WELL. It has been one heck of a year, don’t you think? I have to say, 2010 really kicked me right in the pants. In a good way. In the best way, in fact. But I’ll come back to that in a minute, because I much prefer to bury the lead (is it lede, really?) when possible.
Ahem. So, let’s do a few fun facts, shall we? We shall. Because I’m sitting in a recliner, wrapped up in a blankie, watching football, and would you believe I have an entire afternoon and evening ahead of me with nary an obligation in sight? I can’t believe it either. Continue reading →
That’s me with a southern accent, what do you think? No? It’s true, I’ve been to New Orleans once and Austin twice, and that’s the full extent of my contact with the south. And none of that has anything to do with harvest cookies, except that lately I’ve been thinking in a southern accent (inexplicably), and oh, I did get one final harvest out of my garden last weekend, here it is:
When I was 20, I took a break from college and ended up moving around a bit. A bit, meaning I went from Boulder, Colorado, where I was in school, to Illinois to visit family, to Bucharest, Romania, where I lived with my dad and stepmom for nine months (which was originally supposed to be a visit of 6 weeks or so), and then on to Blackfoot, Idaho, where I lived with my mom for about a year, before finally landing in Portland, Oregon, where I live now. A strange and interesting time in my life, and one that brings up all kinds of feelings of anxiety. Which also may explain why, out of all those places and all the memories I could tell from that time in my life, I’m choosing this one to tell . . .
So this is what you do with that stale loaf of challah bread. Whaaat, you don’t have a stale loaf? Because you ate it all? I know, I know, it’s good stuff. I had to hide our second loaf, my husband and I polished off the first one in a space of an evening. Okay, maybe it was half gone when he got home, whatever. So, go make some more challah, and let’s get on with the show. The Bread Pudding show.