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Pie palooza weekend

On Thursday night, I carved my pumpkin, and went to bed a little early. On Friday morning, it snowed (just a little). On Saturday, I had leftover twice-baked potatoes, refried with an egg on it,for breakfast. Then I baked my pie palooza pies. Cheese and onion, again. Thank you Rutles, for the inspiration. It seemed […]

Oh, just FML

I decided to work at home today, and the workers in the mudhole that is my street are right under my window … this is after having to remove a drowned centipede from the cats’ water bowl, clean up the litter box after one of them pooped over the side, and clean up the other […]

Battered …

… but not fried. Yesterday was the 16th annual Food for Thought Festival, and I volunteered at the the main tent, the Thought Tent, for the Chef Showdown. It’s a kind of iron chef thing, with three local chefs trying to come up with the best dish using farmers’ market ingredients, in 25 minutes. I […]

Oh my

The past week has been a blur of meetings, job candidates and yet another fucking cold. And oh yea, it’s fucking hot, too – 88° as I write this, on Sunday afternoon. Sitting on the bed next to Mark as we try to decide if we need to take him to urgent care – he […]

Passover – and everything is broken

It’s good Friday and the first night of Passover. The last time I remember this coincidence, I was living in Chicago, and it was also a full moon and Friday the 13th, in 1992. That was the year of the underground flood.  Thank God we didn’t have so many coincidences this year – who knows […]

Broken toe and blueberry cakes

Yesterday I broke the baby toe on my right foot – I’m getting so old & brittle, just clonking it into the wooden leg of a couch did the trick. It hurt, but I didn’t think much about it, until I took my socks off around 4:00, getting ready for a shower, and saw how […]

Luke

For our big dinner out in New Orleans, we went to Luke, one of Chef John Besh’s places. Luke is Besh’s more casual place, in comparison to Restaurant August. It’s kind of German/French/New Orleans and heavy on the pig – in a good way. I had shrimp & grits, the shrimp and buttery grits were […]