I have a confession to make. It pains me to say this, but it’s time to come clean: I am a (recovering) snob. Continue reading
So, I turned forty recently. FORTY. For the most part, I like birthdays and I have no problem getting older. But for some reason, this one is throwing me for a bit of a loop. Maybe it’s because I’m a mom now, and being a mom is making me nostalgic. And being nostalgic means I’m remembering all the fun things I’ve done over the years (many, MANY years) and for the first time feeling like the door is starting to close a little in my life. Continue reading
I should not be allowed to go into Walgreens. Fact. Particularly when I have a baby sleeping (finally!) peacefully in the stroller, and absolutely nowhere I have to be any time soon. Recipe for disaster. It’s like strolling right back into my early teenage years . . . right up to and including the bad soft rock music playing on the store’s sound system. I can sing along with “Rocket Man”, oh yes oh yes I can. And “Dream Weaver”, and “Wildfire” and “Killing Me Softly.” All that nostalgia almost makes me want to shop for fake nails and a hair highlighting kit. Almost.
I should probably not admit these things. Continue reading
I had a very crafty childhood. Perhaps it was because those were the dark days before internet, Wii games, and DVRs with on-demand kiddie shows. The days when a stay at home mom had to do more than push a button to keep two active kids entertained. Don’t read that as judgement, please – I’m about to become a button pushing mom myself. But something about being pregnant has made me increasingly nostalgic about my own childhood, and my memories of the fun and crazy things my brother and I did, all in the name of daytime entertainment. A lot of what I remember was food related. Or at least kitchen related. I specifically recall getting to do “experiments” – which involved a dish tub and a large number of random ingredients, some edible (flour, spices, etc) and some not so much (dirt, bugs), all mixed up with water into something that can only be described as nasty. I’m sure it was a great way to keep a little one distracted and out of the way – but wow! I can’t believe my mom supported that kind of craziness. And cleaned up after it. Continue reading
People, let it be known – I have found Confectionery Nirvana. And it lives at the intersection of David Lebovitz and Shauna Sever. Which should come as no surprise to any of you who spend any time
drooling over reading food blogs.
It all started way back in 2009 when I saw David’s post about caramelized white chocolate. It immediately caught my eye, since I often have white chocolate “discards” from my business – pieces which chipped when they came out of a mold, which can’t be melted down again because they have cocoa butter designs which change the color of the chocolate. Still tasty, but as I’m not a huge white chocolate fan, what to do with all of it? Enter David Lebovitz – also known as My Hero – and his super easy (and brilliant) technique of slow cooking the white chocolate until all the sugars caramelize Continue reading
Do you eat the crusts from a loaf of bread?
Did you have a nice holiday weekend? I did! It was an All-American Good Time in my neighborhood – a block party, beer, barbecue, music and games in the street, all topped off with some fireworks lighting up the faces of kids and adults alike. Even the cloudy, not-so-warm weather couldn’t get us down. Perhaps because that is the same weather we have every year for the 4th. But in good weather news – we’re headed toward 85 today and up into the 90’s for the rest of the week! Stay tuned, I’ll be complaining about the heat soon.
But I digress.