I’ve joined NaNoWriMo this year with goal of completing the task during the onset of many gray days in Seattle, a sort of pick-me-up as I go along while the season gnaws at my will. 50,000 words in November. A new novel, approximately 200 pages, and, for me, it is the first draft of one … More Let’s Call It Southwestern Gratin
Walls, chess table, mirrors, paintings, flowers, grandmother-made doilies, lamp. I make large and small displays of art objects and colors for my own enjoyment. When a reminder is sent saying there’s been no post for awhile, I think about food. Presently I don’t want to think about food until at least tomorrow when I make … More Art as Food 3, Anywhere I Am
Coincidences between events and the freezer began last week when I found out that I’d missed the birthday of one of the master gardeners whom I admire. I knew that he is quite fond of my blackberry ice cream and that, between his pie crust and my filling and ice cream, he, his wife and … More Blackberry Pie & Blackberry Ice Cream for a belated birthday
Earlier this summer while walking home from the Ballard Viking Days with some neighbors, I picked up a party cookbook at one of the pick-up/drop-off free book bins. There was a recipe for a chocolate party cake featuring three layers, lots of butter and chocolate, lots of work and plenty of time to get ingredients … More Chocolate Party Cake. No party.
Welcoming the college football season and the three teams that I follow* all televised on channels readily available, I decided to spend the commercials and listening time in the kitchen, slicing onions and stirring them every few minutes as they slowly warmed in olive oil and turned to caramelized goodness in the cast iron frypan. … More Welcoming College Football Season with Caramelized Onions
Yesterday afternoon, about two and a half hours before dinner with my daughter, the oven on low at 250 degrees, a foil-wrapped package was put in it to slowly warm and meld the flavors of the filling within a partially-hollowed out round loaf of artisan sourdough. I took a shortcut, bought the bread. I’d wanted … More Clam Dip Baked in Boule