2015/03/27

Why didn't I think of that (Tuesdays with Dorie Baking Chez Moi: Crispy-Topped Brown Sugar Bars)

Do you ever come across an idea and wish that you had been the one to think of it?

I totally get why Romy and Michele claimed the whole Post-It(R) note thing. Those things are genius, who would not want to claim credit for that?

Well, I kind of feel the same way about caramelized Rice Krispies(R).

 

The Day After (French Fridays with Dorie: Next Day Beef Salad)

The day after...

There is something about that phrase that brings a little tug to my stomach.

"The day before" intimates excitement and anticipation.

"The day after" causes me to think of finality. It's over.

There's something kind of depressing about the topic. That kind of thinking just does not work for me...

Let's turn this thing around! What's better the day after?

Lasagna. Lasagna is totally better the next day.

Pizza. For breakfast.

The last day of school. Heck, no one could argue that the next day is better there.

2015/03/20

Enough (French Fridays with Dorie: Côte d’Azur Cure-all Soup)

Winter has finally done me in.

It wasn't the weeks and weeks of sub-freezing temperatures.

It wasn't the three plus feet of snow that we received in less than two weeks.

It wasn't the total chaos I have been living through at work as a result of the crazy weather. 

It wasn't the fact that I haven't seen a patch of land in my back yard since November.

It was the gutters.

The silly, stupid gutters.

The temperatures finally hit the 30's, the ice on the roof started to melt and took the gutter with it - the ones we replaced in November.

I quit.


2015/03/17

Short and Sweet (Tuesdays with Dorie BwJ: Pebble Bread)

It's going to be a short Tuesday with Dorie post, my friends.

In less than 12 hours, I am leaving the frozen tundra to spend a few days under the sun.

It's been a long, cold winter and I am ready to see some temperatures on the upper side of the thermometer...


2015/03/13

It's the thought that counts (French Fridays with Dorie: "Not Veal" Marengo)

Following directions is highly overrated.

I am pretty sure that I am hard-wired to not follow them.

It is unclear to me how this became a part of my being. I am a rule follower by nature.

But its been like this as long as I can remember - much to the consternation of my mother. (But she loves me in spite of this, right Mom?)