Archive for the ‘::crick::’ Category
The cat is sprawled across my lap and spilling onto my keyboard. She’s purring like a motorboat, with her left front leg out in front, paw hovering over the escape key. A travel mug of tea is shoved precariously between my knee and a pillow. The Capt’n’s in his chair, perpendicular to mine, with his [...]
Sunday luncheon
Posted by: Sarah on: November 30, 2008
It has been a long weekend dedicated to eating. Thursday saw the traditional dinner at my parents’ house, with just the family in attendance. We sat around the heirloom dining room table and worked our way through quite the holiday spread and drank one hell of a wine and finished up with pie and conversation. [...]
rainy day cupcakes
Posted by: Sarah on: January 6, 2008
It’s been overcast this weekend, and it finally started to rain this morning, and while I wouldn’t go so far as to say I find the dark and slightly dank inspiring, I will tell you that I’ve always liked the way rain-splotched light looks in my kitchen. It’s soft and cool — rare commodities for [...]
a trifle obsessed
Posted by: Sarah on: December 15, 2007
I think I might be having an issue with the ginger. Specifically, I’m a touch obsessed. I say this, because when I woke up this morning and saw that it was snowing, I decided — after breaking out the extensive profanities — that I’d make gingerbread cookies.
Actually, I think I said, “Oh, boy! It’s [...]
almost there
Posted by: Sarah on: December 10, 2007
When I was eleven years old, my mom got tired of listening to me beg for treats and chucked (okay, handed) the Joy of Cooking in my general direction and told me to figure it out on my own.
Except, she said it nicely, because my mother is a very nice woman.
Still, at the age [...]
soup’s on
Posted by: Sarah on: November 26, 2007
The secret shame is that I have an affinity for Blueprint, the hipster nesting mag from Martha Stewart Omnimedia. The more secret shame? I tried a recipe from this quarter’s issue, more specifically, the Cauliflower and Roasted Garlic Soup.
Of course, being me, I didn’t bother reading past the ingredients list (and even then, I was [...]
marshmallows
Posted by: Sarah on: November 25, 2007
It snowed Thursday night, which prompted me to stomp around the house, muttering compound, multi-hyphenated profanities. I’m not the biggest fan of the snow, and besides, the previous Sunday, it had been 78 degrees and sunny. But there it was. Big fat wet flakes, falling from the sky.
Don’t think that the snow “inspired” me in [...]
crossed
Posted by: Sarah on: November 20, 2007
I have ordered yarn off the intarwebs. I have become one of those people.
It was rationalized thusly:
• I needed it to finish the six socks project
• My local supplier was out
• I honestly wouldn’t have used the left over yarn for this project if I didn’t think I’d had enough in my stash to [...]
chickie pie
Posted by: Sarah on: November 19, 2007
Growing up, chicken pie was a regular Sunday night dinner. It was one of my very favorites, but rather labor-intensive, which is probably why Mum saved it for the weekends and special occasions like my birthday or the fall of communism.
Later, when I was living on my own, I asked her for the recipe, [...]
overflow
Posted by: Sarah on: November 19, 2007
The idea that Thanksgiving is on Thursday still hasn’t taken hold, not even after spending a weekend fighting for the last bag of Las Cruces pecans, not after watching a chorus line of Butterballs go down grocery conveyor belts, not even after having the “what should I bring” with conversation with my mother. It was [...]
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