i’ve been….
busy. bored. overwhelmed. uninspired. insane. dissatisfied. my life is a mess and more often than not, i’m hating cooking. it’s like i’ve left myself. my soul had dried out. it’s been too hot, the fires are out of control, the · proceed…
chaos!!!
when you have a head full of the rat race, and can’t just breathe. biscuits are the antidote. i’ve made them so many times, i don’t have to think. just do. rhythm. breathe.
mama bundt and the babycakes
i look for excuses. birthdays, boredom, therapy…..
cake
it’s just a simple thing. eggs, flour, butter, milk, chocolate. and magic. so much magic. the way it makes me feel, taking so much time, folding and folding and watching and tending. the smell that envelops me when it’s just · proceed…
the ocean
it’s my happy place. where i will go when it’s my time to leave. it’s our life, with it’s unpredictable storms, searing sun, and roiling waters. sneaking up and destroying you. bringing life. the taste of tears. the calm. gentle · proceed…
so black
it’s hard to convey the beauty of black rice pudding. so simple. so decadent.
bunk
finally. i went to bunk. i usually avoid the hyped places, as i equate it with high-school popularity contests, and the inevitable disappointment, heartbreak, and ennui that ensues. not that i’m averse to a good round of ennui, being who · proceed…
let’s do this again
i got a prize in which to put my coffee or cuppa. which leads me to say you might hear my political leanings every once in a while…
knife saga, del tre
sweet baby jesus, i got all of my knives back!! save my big chinese cleaver, as i had to keep one here while these were gone, and now she’s being tended to. these fellas really fixed my beloveds. the two · proceed…
knife saga, del två
got second set of knives back from the brink of destruction. refunded for all. ‘manager’ was in agreement about the knives that were done being done poorly, but didn’t really seem to get just how bad they were. whatever. i’ll · proceed…