Archive for the ‘half-baked’ Category
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
snaps
Posted by: Sarah on: November 11, 2007
The Capt’n was kind enough to change my oil this afternoon. Normally, that’s a chore I can do by myself, but the Capt’n wanted to crawl around under my car, and hell, I was going to let him, but I did want to repay his kindness, because rolling around on the cold November concrete is [...]
it’d be criminal
Posted by: Sarah on: October 29, 2007
The Capt’n and I have a sushi joint. A place where we go at the end of a long week, a place where they know us, and within a minute of sitting down, we’re given soup, and tea and questions about the week. Seriously, it’s enough to make me wish they’d named the Capt’n “Norm,” [...]
ugly cupcakes
Posted by: Sarah on: October 15, 2007
So, somewhere between the really good coffee, the delicious homemade bagels and the Stephen Colbert column, the Capt’n turned to me and said, “Wow. After the dog-and-pony show for the bread, cupcakes are going to seem like a snap, aren’t they?”
I think I rolled my eyes at him and mumbled something about “done baking for [...]
Flickr Photos
|
