Monthly archive April, 2009

Hand to Mouth Part II

As I’ve said before, I find it hard to cook for myself.  Boiling water or depressing the toaster lever is usually all the energy I put into Me.  I all too often fall into an eat-to-live rather than live-to-eat mode and the results end up being a kitchen full of mostly condiments.  Cooking is an...

Hand to Mouth Part I

I’ve always been told that it’s the Anglo in me that craves bread and butter.  I like it soft, fragrant, and white.  A chewy crust.  Slathered with creamy (always salted) butter.  A large slice or two and it’s like I’ve been given a warm blanket and kiss on the forehead.  As a little girl, it...

Sweet and Salty Pajama Sundays

Few things are better than Sunday morning breakfasts. Its allowance for salty, sweet, and everything in between, is delightful. It can only be made better when the only thing between the bed and the eating is a little kitchen magic. So in pajamas until far too late, I love to concoct morning (well, really early...

Magic Mascarpone

You can’t really get any better than an Easter brunch of pancakes, bacon, sausages, sweet and savoury versions of French toast, frittata, tea, lattes, and champagne cocktails. Oh wait, you can if that brunch is homemade.  Check. And you can if that brunch is made by Sugar.  Check.   When your plate looks like the...

Sugar Loves Spice

There are certain cuisines that dazzle me. Now I fancy myself quite confident in the kitchen where most things are concerned, however, there are whole realms of ingredients that I avoid like the plague. These mysterious goodies, when combined by an expert, are some of my favorites. I can eat good Italian food, break it...

Calling Little Cavewoman

I have a problem with meat. Not in the eating part, but in the cooking part. Firstly, I am paranoid about undercooking and overcooking.  Salmonella, E. coli, Tough, and Dry hover above me while I cook and make me a Nervous Nellie. As well, I can’t remember a time when handling raw meat was acceptable...

Improper Sunday Lunch

The ease with which we tend to take Sundays—the day of rest—often means dinners that can take time and involve the word “slow.”  But, the phenomenon of a Lazy Sunday also exists.  And it exists a lot in my life. So, a post about a lazy meal on a lazy Sunday is going to be...