…but first coffee. Spring sports are now in full swing here and I returned to the soccer & lacrosse fields to photograph no fewer than 6 games this week. After nearly a month’s break, followed by the curse of Daylight Savings, it’s been utterly exhausting. As a little reward for staying awake, I treated myselfContinue reading “brunch, the true breakfast of champions…”
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this little piggy went to market…
…we aren’t talking about pork – it’s me. I’m the piggy and I went to the farmers market. For years I tried unsuccessfully to make Chinese stir-fry at home. They weren’t yucky, but they were utterly forgettable. I’ve already addressed the wok issue, but even the finest carbon steel would not have saved me. MyContinue reading “this little piggy went to market…”
I may not be a pampered chef…
…but sometimes I really am the Dancing Queen. I love ABBA. I’ve said it out loud, I’ve written about it and I’m doubling-down right now. Feel free to tease me, sing along or if it offends you, simply move out of the way. But in my world, ABBA, the Lumineers, ELO, the Smiths and SteveContinue reading “I may not be a pampered chef…”
I made Shakshuka…
…but I’m really going to talk about nostalgia, memories and connections instead. Note: this is another one of those posts where you need to hang in there while I make my point. Technically there was cooking involved so it still counts. As a raging Gen X-er, I’ve been casually considering mortality and aging for nearlyContinue reading “I made Shakshuka…”
stuffed shells to the rescue…
…I’m scrambling to tighten up after vacation. I admit it, I’m whipped and totally exhausted. I knew I’d pay for it – I always do. But I can hear Sous Chef whispering, “worth it!” I’m not exactly sure what went on in my kitchen while I was away; the evidence has vanished. My cat, whoContinue reading “stuffed shells to the rescue…”
unapologetic foolishness…
…and the serendipity of typos: coping with pandemic lockdown. I had a great idea a few months ago: I was going to write a social media post about the absurdity of the last 18 months and how I’d cooked my way through it with silly kitchen antics, laughter, friendship and a little on-demand joi deContinue reading “unapologetic foolishness…”
Rocky Mountain sammies…
…for ladies who lunch shamelessly. In March of 2020, just days before the world shut down, I Thelma’ed* out to Colorado for a road trip with Louise of the West. On the last day we had an encounter with a green chile bison burger at the Old West Café in Fort Garland. It was divineContinue reading “Rocky Mountain sammies…”
a tale of two dumplings…
….hyperbole to the rescue. I checked out of my kitchen for a week, and have traveled solo to meet up with one of my Louises. It was time to breathe in some Rocky Mountain air, attempt a little yoga, ski some quiet XC trails and laugh until dawn. I’ve been asked by Husband to kindlyContinue reading “a tale of two dumplings…”
my bell pepper divorce
…why bland is the new yucky. I might need to break up with green bell peppers. They have become bossy, bland contrarians in my otherwise happy kitchen. To be clear, I’m not ditching red or yellow or orange bells; they may stay. But with all the other fun green choices so readily available – hatch,Continue reading “my bell pepper divorce”
all I had to do was boil water…
…and dinner would have been ready in 9-11 minutes. Rather than rambling and disjointed, let’s pretend this post is a quirky and inventive discussion about risk, reward and the silliness that often ensues. This week the plan was to celebrate green vegetables as vibrant disrupters and co-conspirators, not simply loyal sidekicks. Originally I wanted toContinue reading “all I had to do was boil water…”
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