When The Professor and I spend an entire day in the kitchen testing recipes or doing what we call ‘batch cooking’ where we make dishes ahead, we play a game called ‘Kitchen Jenga’ – or ‘how high can we pile dishes in the drainer before one of us pulls out a single piece and everything comes tumbling down.’ And that ‘someone’ is usually me.
There’s a new man in my life. These past several months while The Professor lay sleeping beside me, I’ve been snuggled up with Thomas Keller – well not literally, but I have been snuggled up with his latest book, Bouchon.
When I first moved to the Midwest I kept hearing the term ‘pitch-in’ and wasn’t quite sure what that meant; it didn’t take me long before I realized it was just another word for ‘potluck’.
Alice Currah is one of those people that makes you happy just being around her; energetic, smart with a deep love for her family, Alice is a real people person, an extrovert in the business of putting everyone around her at ease. She is the publisher of the fabulous Savory Sweet Life where she shares her favorite family recipes as well as small snippets of life with her husband and adorable children.
I met Grace via Twitter long before we actually met in person; eager to share, to assist, to help in any way, Grace is one of those people you want for your neighbor. And not just because of her genuine kindness but also because Grace is a master when it comes to making jaw-dropping Italian desserts.
Sometimes you just gotta put your head down and move forward. I have danced around this post for the last two months wishing that I, that my family, wouldn’t have to face this day. But today is here and rather than spend it in bed with ivory-colored, 100 percent, 600-thread count cotton sheets pulled up over my head, I am going to celebrate Alice’s birthday with the same tenacity in which she lived her life.
I am a butter lover . . . not quite in the same league as a certain Paula or Ina but I think it’s safe to say I could give them a run for their money . . . I’ll leave it up to you to decide if that’s good or bad . . .
Musical pairing – Rhythm of Love by Plain White T’s
I remember arriving in Indiana for the first time more than 15 years ago; it was late August and the heat was staggering. My clothes stuck to my body, my hair frizzed, my energy zapped an hour after I left the house . . . this Northwest girl was not used to that kind of humidity. By October, Jack Frost had already had his way with the pumpkins and when November rolled around, snow had fallen; my first semester of classes ended the first week of December with a whopping high of 18 degrees and ice on the ground . . .
Musical pairing – All We Are by Matt Nathanson
What feels like an eternity but in reality was only a month ago, The Professor was gone for the weekend and I took the opportunity to head down to Indianapolis to do some shopping . . . yep, actually drove. by. myself . . . and I didn’t get lost which is quite the accomplishment if you know me and my sense of direction . . . or the lack thereof . . . But on the way home, I stopped in at the grocery store and picked up a couple of salads from the deli counter; one was a Japanese Tofu salad and the other was a Quinoa (KEEN-wah) salad – I enjoyed them enough to recreate both with my own spin . . .
Musical pairing – All I Want For Christmas Is You by Lady Antebellum
“Sometimes you just gotta have a Sticky Bun!”
Hi, this is The Professor, and those were the first words out of my mouth when we woke up Sunday morning. Classes are over for the semester and my dearest Mrs. Smith Bites could use a little respite, right? So, I’m guest posting on our blog to share with you an easy and delicious Sticky Bun recipe and give our “editor in chief” a break.
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 . . .