I was going to call this “OMG I Just Got Home From the Gym and I’m Starving and I Don’t Even Have the Energy to Chop a Dang Onion” Chili. But that was just a little too long. But the reality was, I got home from the gym, and the last thing I wanted to … Continue reading Recipe: Kitchen Sink Chili
When it snows, I like to bake. When it snows in April, I like to bake things that taste like spring. As the snow piles up outside, I preheat the oven and pull out the muffin tin. As the streets fill with gray slush, I rummage through the produce drawer for bright yellow lemons. As … Continue reading Tastes Like Spring
I love to bake. You can ask anyone I work with. I used to be the queen of bringing in baked goods. Pumpkin muffins stuffed with cream cheese. White chocolate cookies studded with tart cranberries. Bundt cakes dripping with puddles of glaze. Not only did it all taste good. Baking was a stress reliever for me, … Continue reading But does it taste good (and a recipe)?
I remember my first snow day. I was 3 years old. Or maybe 4. We lived in a little trailer in Evergreen, Virginia, surrounded on three sides by soybean fields. The snow came overnight, and when I woke up the next morning the wind had left a swirled and rippled landscape. The snow came to … Continue reading Snow Day (and a recipe)
In my last post, I alluded to a breakfast I recently made for myself on the morning after my aunt died. It was a self-care breakfast. One that took time. Skill. There were layers and tastes and it’s not the kind of breakfast I would typically make just for me. But why? Why wouldn’t I … Continue reading My New Favorite Breakfast
Every memory I have of my Aunt Rita is set on the backdrop of food. Every Thanksgiving the aunts, uncles and cousins would all crowd into Aunt Rita and Uncle Earl’s tiny home, the men in the living room watching sports and the women in the kitchen preparing dinner. Aunt Rita was small and soft and … Continue reading Yeast Rolls and Heartache