Writing posts these days has been tedious. I’m not 100% sure why. But lately I’ve noticed a longing to tell a story different than my own. In my fairytale world, I’d tell you a story about how this cheesecake has been passed down through the generations and eaten on hot summer evenings after a long day spent at the lake with family. Afterwards, we’d sit by the fire—the one I started—and talk for hours counting the stars that are too hard to make out in our urban neighborhood. Read more
Recipes that only call for a small amount of buttermilk can be frustrating since it is only sold in quart sized containers. To save buttermilk, simply measure out 1 cup amounts and pour into ice cube trays and freeze. Once frozen, store in freezer bags until needed. Then, thaw in the refrigerator or microwave and blend to reconstitute.
—Izzi, Vegetarian Epicurean
Last week we fought the moving blues with a galette, eating it amongst the half-packed boxes. Morale was low. Had there been an exit-earth-button, it would have been pressed a time or two. I’m being overly dramatic, but honestly, moving is a drag. I’m not telling you anything new. After it was all said and done, we decided movers probably hate moving more than we do. Read more
During the first year of marriage, our pretty new dishes were breaking far too easily. We tried to return them and get our money back. They obliged on trading out the broken dishes but told us to change our dishwasher settings moving forward. We took their advice and turned off the heat dry setting. Problem solved. Lesson learned.
Save your dishes, and turn off heated dry.
Don’t mind the boxes, packing tape, unkempt hair, and complete mess that sits behind this computer screen. By the end of the week, we will be moved into the new place. At least that’s the plan. But since nothing has gone quite as planned, I may still be sitting at this here desk come next week. Let’s pray that’s not the case. My sanity is about to walk out the door on me. Read more
Angel Food Cake was on the on summer to-post list unlike the Lemonade. I crossed it off, and it felt surprisingly good. But not nearly as good as it felt to serve to my extended family after a 3-hour turned 8-hour road trip to the beach last weekend. Fourth of July traffic on the east coast is mighty nasty. Read more
