Archive for the ‘the yellow book’ Category
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 [...]
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 [...]
irish soda bread
Posted by: Sarah on: October 6, 2007
Okay, aside from Kate Hepburn’s crap brownies, the yellow book can do no wrong. Here, for example, is my first run at Irish Soda Bread, in honor of the Capt’n’s tribute month.
Yeah, tribute month. For as long as I’ve known him, the Capt’n has demanded tribute — very similar to a Roman Emperor demanding [...]
oh so blue
Posted by: Sarah on: September 22, 2007
The Capt’n, like so many fearless leaders before him, has been struck by that most medieval of aliments — gout.
Or “teh gout” as we call it around these parts. Because adding “teh” just underscores how ridiculous that particular diagnosis is in the early 21st century. I mean, honestly, with a disease like teh gout, we [...]
kate hepburn was a stone bitch
Posted by: Sarah on: September 4, 2007
This afternoon, after more than a week, the Capt’n fired up the new engine in his car and then proceeded to drive it around the neighborhood without having to ring me for help (or at least a tow) once.
I thought I’d bake to celebrate. Why not? The boy needed brownies, and the Yellow Book suggested [...]
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