Sometimes — okay, maybe all the time — big days or events don’t go as planned.
Let’s talk about Valentine’s Day, for example. Yeah, I know, it’s a completely commercialized holiday scam that the greeting card companies push on we eager consumers, blah blah blah. My husband and I did not take the gifts-and-cards route this year. All we wanted was to set a nice table, cook a big feast of Belgian-style mussels marinière, sop it up with some crusty French bread, share a bottle of wine, and cuddle down with a rich, chocolatey dessert over some exciting Olympic events. Continue reading
Potato dumplings. Earthy, unctuous mushrooms tucked into delicate ears of dough. Warm, beefy, beety borsch. Fried fish.
I hadn’t realized how traditional my family celebrations were until I grew old enough to realize that not everyone celebrated Christmas or Easter the way we did. What? You didn’t pile on the starches for a Christmas Eve feast (twelve meatless dishes, one to symbolize each of Jesus Christ’s apostles, to be exact, if we are being incredibly traditional)? Christmas Eve wasn’t even all that big of a concern for you? Really? Continue reading
I have a confession to make.
I can count on one hand how many times I was happy with the look of my finished pie crusts. Continue reading
On Saturday I hosted my first large gathering. We were ‘breaking in’ the new house, so to speak, with an all-day Housewarming Party… open-house style! Continue reading
Food is adaptable.
It doesn’t matter if you have a well-stocked pantry or a sparse dorm-room cabinet that would make your mother cry. You don’t have to have rare ingredients on hand, and you don’t even need to have every single ingredient in a recipe to throw a meal together. What you need is confidence, a little bit of bravery, and the will to try. What’s the worst that can happen? Surely something delicious can come from whatever is tossed in there.