Tag: cooking

The Scary People are Coming to Dinner

The part about extending invitations to dinner is luscious.”Oh, you really must come, see our new kitchen.” Head toss, wave. The best feeling ever is when the event itself is a long ways off, a beautiful feast on the horizon, everyone well-coiffed, pleasant, and… Continue Reading “The Scary People are Coming to Dinner”

The Pot on the Stove

The glue of our marriage is cooking. This is especially true now that we are under a Stay at Home order. We talk about breakfast the night before like we’re planning a Thanksgiving dinner for twelve people. I’m figuring out that the trick to… Continue Reading “The Pot on the Stove”

Making Up for Lost Soup

On the topic of soup. I’m making chicken soup for my daughter who is sick with a cold. She is napping. While she has been napping, I have eaten a bowl of cheese puffs, a slice of actual cheese, a slice of turkey, three… Continue Reading “Making Up for Lost Soup”

The Peculiar Zen of Meal Prep

Every now and then, on no particular schedule, when I think I should or when I feel the need for total immersion in a task that is immediate and elemental, I do meal prep. Meal prep is what Street Angels calls preparing and packaging… Continue Reading “The Peculiar Zen of Meal Prep”

99 New: Sustenance

My mother didn’t make pancakes. She made pancake. She would ask if I wanted her to make pancakes, but then she would produce a single pancake, a pancake the exact dimension of our cast iron frying pan. It was a thick, serious piece of… Continue Reading “99 New: Sustenance”

Mow Me Some Dinner

At one time, my signature dish was canned ham and this pie. The hams were pedestrian, triangular, no fail. Although once I dropped one on the kitchen floor and it went skidding while my husband’s boss and his wife were in the other room.… Continue Reading “Mow Me Some Dinner”

Cook Something

Cook something. Anything. Whoever is home first. Cook something. Make it so when the other people come home, the house smells like food. It’s more important, in my book, that people smell food cooking than what the food actually tastes like. When I had… Continue Reading “Cook Something”

The Scary People are Coming to Dinner

The part about extending invitations to dinner is luscious.”Oh, you really must come, see our new kitchen.” Head toss, wave. The best feeling ever is when the event itself is a long ways off, a beautiful feast on the horizon, everyone well-coiffed, pleasant, and… Continue Reading “The Scary People are Coming to Dinner”

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