The Professor has left for campus, the house is quiet except for the hum of the humidifier and the occasional mew of a cat; a mix of sleet, rain and snow tumble from the cloudy, gray skies as a fickle Mother Nature straddles the weather fence in deciding which it’s going to be today. And somewhere in a dark cave in Philadelphia, there’s a very large, furry rodent snickering gleefully at his deceitfulness in getting our hopes up that an early Spring, was indeed, on its way.
Oh Kimchi, where have you been all my life??! Living in the Midwest doesn’t allow for many ‘international’ choices on the food front; and even though I spent most of my early years on the West Coast, I have to admit Kimchi was no where on my radar – the pungent odor can be off-putting and anything fermented (outside of sauerkraut) seemed scary. Needless-to-say, when The Kimchi Cookbook arrived in my mailbox, I was a teensy bit skeptical as well as major apprehensive.
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Musical pairing – Downtime by Vonda Shepard
Until about three months ago, I’d never heard of black rice, or ‘forbidden’ rice. But during one of our stays on Vashon, Chef Danny made a pot of black rice and served it with a simple pork loin roast and some roasted vegetables; not only was the rice a hit but it looked beautiful on the plate too. I finally found a source in my area, tossed it in my rice cooker and 30 minutes later, voila – perfectly cooked black rice.
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Musical pairing – I Won’t Give Up by Jason Mraz
For as long as I can remember, I dreamed of being a singer – on Broadway or as a solo artist, ala Barbra Streisand, my hero at the time. I was singing at 18 months old and had entered my first talent contest at 5 and by High School I ranked 2nd in my State’s Solo and Ensemble competition.
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Musical pairing – A Face To Call Home by John Mayer
Even though summer isn’t officially over until September 21st and warmer temperatures still prevail, fall is in the air. Can you feel it? I do. Darkness comes earlier in the evening, crickets ‘cricket’ and the air is filled with that familiar scent of the leaves beginning to change color and will soon fall to the ground.
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Musical pairing – Multiply by Jamie Lidell
There are two kinds of ‘beet’ camp – lover or hater . . . there just doesn’t appear to be an ‘in between’ . . . and we fall squarely in the lover camp. I must admit that eating ‘pickled’ or ‘sweet’ from a can was my beet of choice as a child; in fact, I’m not sure I even knew what a ‘whole-beet-from-the-garden’ looked like until I was an adult.
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Musical pairing – Sway by Michael Bublé
Remember this post at the beginning of 2012? The one in which I said I would challenge myself to try and master a few new recipes and/or techniques? I really should have added gnocchi to that list but didn’t – because gnocchi is one of those dishes that appears to be so simple – and it is. But gnocchi is also one of those dishes that terrifies me in its simplicity. Yes, I do understand that I’m talking in circles but it appears that making gnocchi is more about technique than it is about the recipe itself.
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Musical pairing – Oliver’s Twist by Chris Standring
I don’t know about you but I’m always looking for the perfect brunch items to add to my table – and with several holidays happening during the Spring months, brunch is our favorite way to entertain family and friends.
Musical pairing – Not Over You by Gavin DeGraw
We’re ten days into a brand new year and this is my official first post since being hit with a very nasty kidney infection complete with kidney stone(s) that began December 18, 2011 at a wedding shoot in Kentucky . . . and found me running a fever for four days, multiple naps every 30 minutes or so and moving our family Christmas Eve party from our house to my in-laws at the last minute. By the time I saw a doctor on December 24th, the word ‘hospital’ was mentioned a few times, cultures were ordered and they finally agreed to send me home with a 10-day supply of antibiotics . . . and a nifty little cup with a built-in ‘filter’ . . . and they nixed any and all alcohol consumption . . . well Season’s Greetings and Happy New Year to you too, Mrs. Smith . . . moving on . . .