Joy, it can come from touching the soft fur of your pet, taking a lick of a drippy ice cream cone and simply feeling a breeze on a warm day.
More times than not, time is not on our side. We are pulled in so many different directions that our head spins, and we are hanging on to our sanity by our fingertips. As a culturally Jewish woman, and lover of cooking, you would think I would have made chicken soup, a.k.a Jewish Penicillin, my whole life. But no, I’ve avoided making my own chicken soup or stock until the last couple of years since it always felt like such a large undertaking, messy and time consuming. And most days, I simply don’t have the time or energy for that kind of nonsense.Continue reading →
Waste Not Want Not; my mother has ingrained that in me. It’s taken a while to stick, but now that I’m older and hopefully wiser, I realize the importance of this saying as it can really pertain to anything but especially to food.
After my Easter brunch for twenty-seven on Sunday, I ended up with an entire extra package of Hawaiian Rolls. They went on to my office to make their encore performance with the leftover ham, but to no avail, those twelve persistent rolls came back to me unscathed.Continue reading →
If life gives you lemons, I say pucker up sister. Skip the lemonade, and just figure out how to live with a little tartness. In my case, life gave me grapefruits and oranges from a friend’s neighbor’s tree. Yes, life in sunny (HA!) So Cal often bestows citrus-y delights. Another reason to love California.
Parsnips in CAKE?! Did I catch you pondering this title and shaking your head? Parsnips happen to be glorious in cake silly reader, and they are in season and pair amazingly well with fresh ginger and cinnamon so your shock and dismay are inappropriate at best.
Pretend you are playing the TV game show, $100,000 Pyramid. What is the category of the following items?
—“Snoring dog at my feet, drooling dog begging at my lap, the sneeze of my office mate three offices to my right and footsteps in a house full of sleeping people.”
The road to he!! is paved with good intentions. That’s what my grandmother used to tell me now and then. Perhaps it was a hint. Basically, it means that individuals may do bad things even though they intend the results to be good. I look back and think, maybe I was a little bit of a wild card then. I sure hope so. I really haven’t sowed any wild oats in the last 30 years or so—unless you count this Irish Whiskey Bread Pudding.
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