Day 2

The thing about vowing to dedicate a year to creativity is to find the time for it. Today was one of those days when time was more scarce than it should be. It was the kind of day when you just have to make the decision at the beginning of the day that you are… Continue reading Day 2

My Creative Year

This is it, the thirtieth birthday. I am as full of, wait-I’m-not-twenty-something-anymore angst as a lot of people when it comes to this milestone birthday. I remember saying, as a child, “on 9-9-09, I’ll be 30,” and I thought that was the coolest thing ever. And now that the day has come, well, I still… Continue reading My Creative Year

Julie and Julia

Once upon a time, I wrote a poem that made some allusions to Julia Child’s sex life. When I workshopped the poem at my writing group, I saw some eyebrows raise at the very notion. Upon seeing the Julie and Julia film, I feel vindicated.  Watching Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci play Julia and Paul… Continue reading Julie and Julia

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Week off

Ironically, I cooked less on my week off from work that I normally do. So I found myself on Saturday with the urge to go at it in the kitchen. Armed with that same issue of Bon Appetit magazine, I made Warm Escarole Salad with Goat Cheese,  Hard-Boiled Eggs, and Bacon. To go with it,… Continue reading Week off

Cornbread

Again, this is a part of the BBA challenge. I have to admit that I did not follow this recipe exactly as written. It was another one of those projectes started too late in the evening. So, the cornmeal soaker soaked a lot longer than required. Also, I reduced the bacon. The recipe called for… Continue reading Cornbread

Plum cake

As soon as a happened upon this cake, (thank you Bloglines for delivering the blogs I like to read in such an easy way), I knew that I wanted to make it. I actually thought of the cake every day until this morning when I finally made it. Wait, let me correct that. Until this… Continue reading Plum cake

Ciabatta=fail, Cinnamon rolls=pass

I don’t know what happened with my ciabatta, but something just wasn’t right. It looked promising, but like a marriage ending in divorce, something went wrong. I don’t know what, but something was wrong, very wrong. This made the matter of cinnamon rolls that much more important. I find baking more challenging in the warm… Continue reading Ciabatta=fail, Cinnamon rolls=pass