I didn’t really intend on sharing my mashed potatoes with yogurt recipe. Nor did I plan on adding plain whole milk yogurt to them. But after a vat of it sat in the fridge needing to be used, and a hankering for my mom’s twice-baked potatoes swept past me, I decided to work on my mashed potato recipe. Read more
I got my wish. Ended work early on Friday afternoon. Hot chocolate just because. And picturesque snow falling, which turned into a blizzard. An epic one! We’re 34″ under, nearly 3 feet. The roads haven’t been plowed, nor has the backyard where our car sits. We did dig our car out yesterday. Maybe more so to feel justified in drinking another cup of hot chocolate. We’re getting a little stir crazy. It’s times like this I dream of cable, On-Demand, Netflix, and Jetson mobiles. We’re keeping our bellies happy though, making biscuits and cinnamons rolls and Gnocchi Macaroni and Cheese while doing some yoga to balance it all out. Can you even call that balance? Read more
They say there’s blizzard-like conditions coming to the northeast on Friday. I’m keeping my fingers crossed. For ending work early. Warming up to a mug of hot chocolate. And making every excuse to stay inside under a blanket. We’ll make homemade pizza just like we always do on Friday nights. Skipping the tomato sauce for leftover winter pesto this time. And rent a couple Red Box movies. At least that’s how I envision it. Read more
I don’t know much about football although I grew up in a football watching family. But I do know that the Super Bowl is always the first weekend in February. Right? And that food, lots of food is consumed. And maybe beer too although I never jumped on that bandwagon. I’m a wine girl. A cheap wine girl. Sorry Dad. Read more
Looks like I’m still stuck on breakfast. This time crepes. Those thin, papery, and, oh yes, buttery pancakes that have left me intimidated all these years. Read more
Sunday morning. It’s quiet and overcast. The perfect light for photographing these whole wheat waffles. The Civil Wars are playing in the background from the speakers of Kev’s computer. Nothing fancy. $3 fresh flowers from the store sit on the messy table that needs to be cleaned. Something about it all reminds me, winter is just a season. The fog will soon lift. And the streets will bustle with activity and noise. But the quiet, that awkward, revealing sound I so often avoid, is majestic right now. Read more
Fireside reading. Coffee sipping. Sound sleeping. Card playing. Cooking and baking. Banjo Singing. Belly laughing. And resting. Read more
