It takes me 1 1/2 blocks (driving) to finish a toasted sesame seed bagel with cream cheese. It takes me the opening song of The Wire to finish my cornbread pizza. It takes me the 30 minutes before leaving for dinner to make this ice cream, leaving me just enough time to switch my shoes and put on lipstick. Do you ever buy the ingredients to make something discovering that you can’t make it until…
Oops. I forgot to have anybody take a picture of Jake and me at the brunch party. And Jake was looking super hip and I was wearing tights with hearts on them. And we forgot to get a picture of Jake’s charcuterie tray with garlic sausage and proscuitto and McClure’s pickles. And I forgot to take pictures of these mid-party. They were on the table, on my favorite pink cake stand, behind the daffodils.* These…
I have a bad habit of leaving cupboard doors open as I get things for what I’m making. I promptly bang my head on them as soon as possible after opening them. Not cool. I have to stop that. It was a habit of mine as a kid to sneak spoonfuls of cookie dough out of the fridge. The batter bowl was constantly full of chocolate chip cookie dough just begging for me to sample…