I am an intensely ritualistic person. Ritual equals spiritual. I run most efficiently with certain groundings behind me. It’s more valuable than any gold, any material item, any fracture of monetary sacrifice. Breakfast is one of those rituals. A good morning kiss. Caffeine-less caffeine. A warm hug to my tummy. Continue reading “avocado toast | coarse salt + dill + poached egg”
November crept up and smacked my head from behind. The door to 2015 is fast closing and someone cracked open the window leading to the path of 2016. I’m rather startled by this rapid passing of time, flitting off the ticking clock like dust mites. Who have I been in 2015? A stranger, mostly. Yet, at the same time, a familiar friend. Continue reading “November supper: white cheddar pumpkin shells + prosciutto + herbed mushroom saute”
I don’t claim to be an expert on hosting, or laying a table, or homemaking in general. But as with any art, a delicate eye and a willingness to practice until your hands and soul are raw yields improvement. So I started small with supper audienced by merely my mom and myself, as good a company as I need.
Pride. A word of many denotations. Merriam-Webster cites three (four, if you count a pack of lions as one definition). Though a negative light oft gleams over its place in the dictionary, a swell of pride in oneself cements feelings of self-worth, something from which a good many of us can benefit. Myself included.
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Setting the table for Independence Day before I discovered the beauty of the kitchen, its heat, its flavors as many as stars in a cloudless night, was a more boring affair. Hot dogs, charred. Baked beans zapped and poured in a bowl and called a masterpiece. This year, not so. Continue reading “July 4th Culinary Roundup| Greek Potato Salad + Homemade Butter + Blueberry Buttermilk Banana Bread”