a mac & cheese metamorphosis …

My adventure cooking began slowly that spring, although the blog didn’t take shape until over a year later. Those early months are documented by poorly lit photos, unaccompanied by any snarky commentary. At the time we needed excitement and pizazz, hence all the international and often obscure meals that showed up on my social media feeds. But in between those exotic moments was a deep desire for comfort food – a meatloaf, some buttery mashed potatoes, a roast chicken, and of course, macaroni & cheese.

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…”