Even before the pandemic happened and all the restaurants were forced to close and life ceased to be as it was, I had cooked and baked almost everything we ate. Besides the meals themselves, I made lots of kitchen staples: loaves of flax-laden sourdough, almond walnut granola, jars of spicy salsa and sweet marmalade…delicious things …
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peanut butter cookies, loneliness, and lady afternoons.
“…when you’re really lonely, the peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth.” – Charlie Brown. In grade 6, our class put on – or, more accurately, was told – to put on a production of, You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown. I think I was a made-up character named “Adam” and had maybe one 10-word …
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a poultice of sorts.
When I was little, I was obsessed with the Laura Ingalls Wilder books, and the romanticized life of a settler: learning how to live off the land, to make do with what you had, and to be self-sufficient. It was a far cry from the concrete-laden cityscape that I traversed in my red-and-white Keds sneakers, …
getting my squirrel on.
A few years ago during a road trip, a mouse got into our trunk and made a home for a few nights. He slept in the instant oats, nibbled on the stump of a muffin, picked open a bag of corn chips but didn’t eat the chips themselves – and most interestingly, ate a whole …
ready, aim, slice.
i like you. here’s some food.
Over the weekend I baked a large carrot cake for my friend’s birthday. It was served at a party with lots of our friends, and our friends are nice people, so they congratulated me on how delicious and beautiful the cake was. My outward response was, “Thanks!” but inside I thought, “Well I guess they …
chocolate sourdough.
Homemade chocolate sourdough, studded with chocolate chips, smeared with butter. Breakfast of champions.
it’s all sourdough love, baby.
Bread was among one of the first things I ever baked, and it was a strange, mysterious and incredibly rewarding experience. Watching the yeast dissolve and grow foamy in sugary water, then the springy aliveness of the dough – it was all so new and exciting. Enamoured with my new hobby, I even wrote a …
my plate overfloweth.
There is something so right about a pizza that is too large for its plate. This one is covered in old cheddar, parmesan, mushrooms, pickled artichokes, and slices of tomatoes. Yum!
homemade ice cream 2.0.
Maybe the dairy is clouding my brain, but I don’t think I’ll ever buy ice cream from the grocery store again. It is so easy and so gratifying to make ice cream from scratch – I think it’s one of the great secret pleasures of life. And you don’t need an ice cream maker. Last …