Archive for the ‘d'oh!mestic!’ 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 [...]
sweet cherry pie
Posted by: Sarah on: May 26, 2008
When I was in college, I worked for the university paper as a designer and sometimes features writer. I remember one week in October of ‘96, my features editor handed me a stack of CDs and told me to review them even though the slightly-deaf girl is probably not the best music critic on staff. [...]
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 [...]
capped off
Posted by: Sarah on: December 17, 2007
The Capt’n asked that, maybe, if I could get around to it, could I possibly knit him a hat? For Christmas?
Well, that was a big ol’ “heck, yeah.”
I dug out a skein of Debbie Bliss Alpaca Silk out of the stash basket last night and went to town. It knit up fast — I [...]
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 [...]
pie eve
Posted by: Sarah on: November 22, 2007
“So then, I like to take a haaaaaaaaaaalv cup of suggggggggah and mix it with a haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalv cup of achingly sweet golden syyyyyyyyrip shining like Rapunzle’s hair after she had a day at the spa, and then because I like it so much, I do it again.”
“Please stop. I can’t take Nigella in my kitchen.”
“Now, [...]
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 [...]
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