When I grow up (French Fridays with Dorie: Croquants)

I don't know about you, but I still have not figured out who I want to be when I grow up.

I know that it is expected that at a certain point in one's life, this should already be figured out.

What is that age?

25? 30? 40?

Maybe it's somewhere beyond that, because I know at the age of 41 I sure don't have it all figured out.


The thoughts I left behind (Tuesdays with Dorie Baking Chez Moi: Brown Butter & Vanilla Bean Weekend Cake)

Lately, it seems as if I leave more thoughts behind than I keep with me.

I will wake up in the middle of the night with a great idea for a post or with a remembrance of a list of things that have to get done the following day. More often than not,  I will lay there for an hour stressing about remembering it - only to realize that I have totally forgotten what it was the next morning.

Sometimes, I will get up and write down those thoughts; however, my middle of the night handwriting isn't always legible friendly...


Early in the Morning (Tuesdays with Dorie BwJ: Eastern European Rye)

Weekend mornings have always been the favorite part of my week.

There is something that feels almost sacred about those couple of hours I am able to sneak in before the house begins to come to life.

The period just before dawn is my favorite and is often spent with a cup of coffee in hand and curled up on the couch with a few cookbooks and a pad of paper for planning the day's cooking, baking and cleaning schedule.

If I am ready for the world, I will start running the mixer and take my chances on gaining company. If the girls are around, one of them may slide up to the island and keep me company or The Dude may poke his head and see what I am up to.

Sometimes, if I am eager to start working and am not ready to give up my alone time I will go ahead and start working that day's bread by hand.


French Fridays with Dorie: Spice Crusted Tuna...er Salmon

Once upon a time there was this great big tuna.

This tuna was SO BIG (and that's not even a fish tale), that it took over a year to eat our way through it (and that included giving may pounds of it away).

After that, tuna was on the list of Things That Someone Is Not Interested In Having For Dinner...

Salmon anyone?


Ch-ch-ch-changes...(French Fridays with Dorie: Curried Mussels)

"Pretty soon now you're gonna get older
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I said that time may change me
But I can't trace time"

"Changes" by David Bowie

I have decided that the word for 2015 is "change".

This concept knocked the wind out of me in a very profound way the other day when I came home from work to find both of the girls on the couch playing a game together on their PS3 (I am surprised it still even worked - or that we still had any games left in the house). As they played through the game, I was transported back in time - to the days when they were still in high school. The days when everyone came home every night. When life was complicated, but nowhere near as complicated as it would become.

Thoughts of college and jobs were still years in the future. The milestones that we were facing included licenses, proms and making it to athletic events. Textbooks and tuition were not yet on the radar.

I realized that, as we continue to move forward in life that moments like this would be less frequent. Those simple moments when the world seems to come together, when life just feels right, will look different in the future.