My cousin Mark called this morning. I should have known something was up because my family, especially my cousins, never call unless something is up. It’s a bad habit that runs in the family. As I sat there praying it wasn’t his parents, he broke the news to me. Our cousin Henry had passed away. Continue reading
So much to say….
I realize it’s been quiet in this space so I thought I’d pop in and say hello. There’s so much to talk about, I’m not entirely sure where to begin, but due to major technical difficulties, you’re only getting the highlights right now. First there was a small bout with the flu followed by the stomach bug that managed to keep me barely functioning for over a week. There was a good streak of dinner fail going on here, including my managing to reduce a quart of soup from the freezer to a half cup of burnt mush even the chickens wouldn’t eat. I followed that up with burnt popcorn, but the third time proved the charm thankfully. Edie may have actually patted me on the head as I finally presented an edible dinner, assuring me we all make mistakes. Birthday weekend began just as I was able to think straight again, although the words of my favorite Jewish mother rang in my ears, who told me to GO SLOW, to not pronounce myself better the first second I stopped feeling like shit. I was ever so grateful for a few easy buttons, first in the form of a new cupcake recipe that was as easy as my favorite brownie recipe from Millie (Thank you!) and then in the form of a peach pie I’d popped in the freezer last August for Pat’s birthday that I pulled out and popped in the oven. Sitting here eating warm peach pie that tasted of summer while the snow fell outside made much right with the world. I am more than ridiculously excited about some of the new cookbooks I picked up at the swap Cville Swaps & the Charlottesville Cooking School hosted, including a vegan one. Not that I’m going vegan, but I am always looking for new ideas that don’t involve meat or dairy because quite honestly neither one of those always sit well with me. For a few years now I have aimed to have at least one vegan dinner a week, probably mostly to balance out my butter habit, which I’ve made great strides in reducing this fall. But because my ancient computer has developed some serious issues which may or not be fatal and I’m currently typing this on Pat’s laptop, which I borrowed so that I can work on things like my current GREAT IDEA, you are just going to have to wait until things settle down around here to hear more about all those things. Fingers crossed it will be sooner rather than later.
Garden thoughts in January.
I like to plant tomatillos in my garden every summer for a variety of reasons. For starters, I love salsa verde, which is made of tomatillos. They are also a wickedly cool looking plant to have in the garden, because of their dramatically hanging fruit which look like little lanterns.
I just spent a few hours over several days looking for a good shot of a tomatillo plant, combing through the last four years of summer garden shots and that is the best shot I had. And it’s not even mine, it’s Leni’s (from summer 2012). Continue reading
Fun Friday Links.
- My friend Jenny shares her recipe for Classic Chicken Dumpling Soup.
- Megan has a beautiful & tasty new endeavor you need to check out, Mundane Morsel.
- Our fascinating neighbor Charles has a fun post up over on the blog of the Albert & Shirley Small Collections Library on the “shop man” of the UVa Physics Department.
- Cville Swaps is partnering with The Charlottesville Cooking School for a cookbook swap, next Saturday, January 18 at 10 am. Details here.
Happy Weekend Everyone.
This is to say.
If you look at the top of the header on this page, you’ll see a little tab with the word ‘classes’. If you go to that page, you will see a list of classes I’m putting together over at one of Betty’s kitchens, beginning next week. There’s soups, breads, chocolate cake and more. Go there now to read more. Hope to see you at one of them.
Easing back into it…
The holidays are officially over, the big yellow angel has returned despite the frigid temps, the halls have been undecked (with the exception of a few strings of lights left here & there about the house I’ve decided need to stay out in the name of staying cozy & bright) and so-called real life, the one with schedules, responsibilities and 6:30 am wake-ups has returned. Continue reading
Year end thoughts.
I’ve always thought the number thirteen has been given a bum rap. It’s not that I’m not superstitious – I am. I’ve been known to walk out into traffic in order to avoid walking under a ladder or anything that resembles a ladder because we all know that’s bad luck – but the number thirteen has proven to be a pretty good thing for me over the years. I’ve had so many positive things happen on Friday the Thirteenth that I actually look forward to them.
The year Pat saved Christmas dessert.
7:30 Christmas eve & I was in the home stretch. Pat & Edie were cleaning up dinner dishes and I was heading upstairs to start wrapping. It had been an impossibly long day that started with the snuggling of a baby pig in the kitchen of Farmer Tom when we went to pick up our freshly smoked Christmas dinner ham.
After leaving the farm, we hit the grocery store for the forgotten holiday essentials like candy canes (it’s not a proper tree without them I was told) before heading home to start the baking & wrapping. After a long afternoon of cooking, I was looking forward to calling it quits when that timer went off and I could pull the cake destined to be Christmas dessert out of the oven. Continue reading
History is doomed to repeat itself.
One of my very first blog posts talked about my failure to properly label items in my freezer, leading to Edie not trusting my “I’ll just pull something out of the freezer” dinner plan, unless of course, said item was properly labeled. I made the vow then to be better about labeling things I shoved in there.
The Holiday Party Weekend.
Between the three of us, we attended 5 holiday parties over the weekend that covered almost every aspect of the holiday. There were cookie swaps, bad christmas sweaters, wreath making, the Holly Ball and a bowling alley bash to be crammed into one gloriously, festive weekend.


