It’s nine months (more or less) into a global pandemic, and I finally bought the food dehydrator of my dreams. Six trays, and expandable to twelve. It’s a pretty basic model. Temperature control, but no timer. With a little forethought, I really could shop for a month or two at a time. Well, I had
I had a Thanksgiving post scheduled to go, yesterday. I pulled it at the last minute because it didn’t really fit my current mood. I’m not sure that it would have fit anybody’s current mood. I had a pretty mellow Thanksgiving this year. Just two of us, and not at Waffle House, either. All said
Something came up today that made me think about recipe boxes. You know those heirloom collections of handwritten recipes on index cards? I didn’t inherit my grandmother’s cooking skills, but I did wind up with her recipe boxes. And I’m fairly sure that at least a few of the recipes go back to my great
I went to the grocery store today. It was a big occasion. My first standalone grocery store trip since the beginning of the pandemic. Usually, I get groceries after work. Not today. Today, the refrigerator hit zero, and I was forced to make a special trip. You know. A trip where I get up, and
Today has not been the best of days for food. I plummeted to the rock-bottom, least-favorite flavor of meal-replacement shake. It’s growing on me… which means I’ve gotten used to the taste enough that I’m no longer convinced there’s something wrong with it. I tried to make eggs with cheese, but by golly, the cheese
Over my lunch hour, today, I got caught at the chatty table. I’m not exactly sure how that happened. Poetic justice, really. I sat down at the empty table, and wouldn’t you know it? Ten minutes later, it was the social event of the season. Women talking about their sons and grandsons, and the wonderful
After four or five generations of togetherness, the “Family Thanksgiving” finally exploded a few years back. Nothing horrible ever happened. It was more of an old woman who lived in a shoe arrangement. Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, cousins’ spouses/significant others/crypto-others and their children. And if you’re doing math, that’s roughly two busloads full of people
There are two old-school bakeries worth mentioning near me. Now, don’t get me wrong. There are some really snazzy new places (most of them come and go) and if you want your wedding cake to look like a major sculptural extravaganza, we can certainly arrange that. I’m pretty sure some of them have sharks with
I’m always on the lookout for the most convenient, least time consuming breakfast on the planet. Well… at least, I have lofty dreams of finding something I 1.) Want to eat and 2.) Have plenty of time to work on real projects during/after eating. I’m pretty sure the ideal would probably be a gastric tube
I actually can cook, when I feel like it, and when I’m paying attention, and this week, I’ve had the time to do it. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and usually… well, a protein bar and a vitamin pill counts, right? No. Apparently not. I’ve spent the last week scrambling eggs