The day began with a warm bowl of oatmeal. While I stirred in bed, Will cooked the oats and later topped my portion with a generous dash of cinnamon and a cooling trickle of almond milk. Slowly I ate and let the warmth and comfort of a quiet day enfold me. A full stomach, or perhaps… Continue reading A good day
A few months ago, my mother in law gave me a small set of canapé cutters. Nestled inside an old red and silver tin sit a club, diamond, heart and a spade, along with various other shapes including a Christmas tree and an angel. This morning I put them to use for the first time. Following Catherine… Continue reading A bit unseasonal, but still welcome.
The two loaves of sourdough bread that I baked this week turned out unexpectedly. I prepared my leaven and bread mixture the night before I intended to bake. I noticed the first signs of trouble in the morning, when my leaven failed the float test — an indication of weak yeast activity. I’m contributing the… Continue reading The trouble with sourdough bread, or, when the bread gets tough, the tough make panzanella.
Friday night while many reasonable people slept, I crowded the countertops with shredded coconut, rolled oats, chocolate chips, and walnuts for an evening of cookie delight. Daphne Oz includes a rather lengthy chocolate chip cookie recipe in her book Relish, and in a fit of inspiration / madness / hunger I thought to give it… Continue reading In our kitchen at night.
Slowly and surely I’ve been using up some of the foods we’ve kept for a while in our cupboards and on our countertops. Split-peas, tricolor quinoa, barley and an assortment of lentils have been sneaking their way into our meals as of late. Today I tried making apple chips for the first time. Thin shavings… Continue reading In the pantry, apple chips, brown bread, a good movie and thoughts on dinner.
My affection and love for my husband grows with the years that we share together. In many ways, our life is more complex now than when we first met. We used to take off to the beach some evenings just to feel the caress of water and watch the sky turn colors as the sun… Continue reading For my love, and notes from Valentine’s day.
Sometime in the middle of the night last week I awoke with a strong urge to bake focaccia. The dimpled, rosemary and salt flecked bread drizzled with olive oil and baked until golden brown beckoned to me until I decided to rise early Thanksgiving morning and make it. In a corner of the kitchen I… Continue reading Focaccia