On this 10th Anniversary . . . a day of reflection . . .
The Professor has wanted to show me this place since May and we finally had the opportunity to visit recently – and lemme just say, it was a real treat!
So, I’ve been working on this project for about a month now and I’m kinda excited about it . . . at least I think I’m excited about it . . . no, I’m definitely excited about it . . .
Musical pairing – Time And Tide by Basia
Frittata’s are one of those recipes that really doesn’t have to be a recipe – primarily because you can make a frittata with nearly anything in your refrigerator . . . including little bits of leftovers.
Musical pairing –Nick of Time, Bonnie Raitt
Last fall, a friend of mine sent out a call on Facebook to see if anyone on her list would be interested in doing an ‘I-walk’ – an internet walk which meant that we each walk independently and then post our miles daily so that (a) we tracked our miles and (b) it gave us accountability as well as a platform to encourage one another.
Here’s my confession . . . I am not a baker. I do not have the patience to mess with all those fancy little embellishments on itty-bitty cookies, cupcakes or the like. Nor am I ever inclined to perfect my macaron (in fact, I’ve never even attempted to make one, let alone perfect my skill); I leave that to the many talented professionals – and there are so many out there – check here, here and here for starters. These folks eat, sleep and live for that kind of detail work. Me? Give me heft. Give me something I can scoop, roll, slice or plop. Set it and forget it. That I can do.
Musical pairing – Missed Opportunity by Hall & Oates
Last March, The Professor and I took our first trip to Charleston, SC and absolutely fell head-over-heels in love! Instead of staying in a hotel, we rented a house about one block from one of the prettiest beaches I’ve ever seen and spent the entire week riding bicycles, combing the beach for shells and discovering all that Charleston and it’s rich history has to offer – including the food . . . oh my stars-and-garters, the food.
Musical pairing – So Good by Brian Culbertson
So there I was last week sitting in a light-filled room listening to Pam Anderson of Three Many Cooks talk about recipe development; the one day workshop had just started and I had moved from my chair to stand at the back of the room so that I might take better photos. After several minutes, I quietly tapped a woman dressed in pretty pink on the shoulder and whispered if it would be OK for me to sit down by her on the couch; she nodded and made room for me. Pam was giving tips on how to approach each recipe – whether it’s working with ingredients or a particular method. I’m listening but also flipping through the beautiful program that has been prepared for the day; there are bios on each of the presenters including thumbnail pictures: Pam, Abby Dodge, Alice Currah . . . heart stop . . . quick side glance . . . OH. MY. GODDIE. I froze. Because in that moment I realize I’m sitting next to Alice . . . THE Alice of Savory Sweet Life and Everyday Alice . . . and that I had tapped her on the shoulder . . . OH. MY. GODDIE. ‘Please, oh please, oh please don’t let me be an idiot and say something really dorky!’ my head screams. Turns out, I had nothing to worry about as Alice is down to earth and as sweet as they come – a real peach . . .
Musical pairing – Taking Chances by Celine Dion
I DID IT!!! I flew by myself to Pennsylvania last Friday, rented a car and drove BY MYSELF (with Lilly’s help – I’ve named my GPS Lilly) to the home of ThreeManyCooks and met people I only knew on Twitter; then flew back home on Sunday – YAY FOR ME!!! Only a couple of times where I panicked – once when I couldn’t figure out how to get out of the rental car parking lot . . . go ahead I’ll wait for the laughter to die down . . . and once on the return of said car to the same said parking lot at 5am when I learned that they weren’t open that time of morning. My plane was to take off at 6:05 and I still had to print my boarding pass and get thru security . . . but in my defense, I hadn’t slept but 10 hours over the last three days . . . so there may have been a teeny bit of hysteria during that part of the trip . . . yes, I am a wuss and a drama queen all rolled into one . . .