Isn't is ironic, don't you think... (French Fridays with Dorie: Chanterelles with Napa and Nuts - kind of...)

Am I the only person who experiences the following phenomenon? A certain item seems to be everywhere, that is, until you are looking for it...

Your house keys.

Your favorite pair of shoes.

Your house keys.

The DVD for the movie that just was just released two weeks ago that you missed in the theaters and totally wanted to see.

Your house keys.

Chanterelles mushrooms.


(French Fridays with Dorie: Couscous Salad)

It is a rainy, overcast day in August here in Upstate NY.

Runner Girl is back to school

The temperatures have dropped below seasonable temperatures.

And frankly, I am a little confused about what season it is right now.

Back to school always meant the beginning of fall around here (i.e. the Thursday after Labor Day) - now that back to school happens in mid-August, I have to keep reminding myself that summer has yet to run its course.

I don't have to put away the deck furniture.

The shovels and snow blower can stay put away for a few more months.

The lawn still needs to be mowed and the mulch beds still need weeding (and probably will all the way until they are covered with snow).


Not quite Grandma's (Tuesdays with Dorie BwJ: Baking Powder Biscuits)

Although my grandmother has been gone from this earth for the better part of two decades, there are certain foods that recall memories of her in a heartbeat.

Zucchini bread.

Heavenly hash ice cream from Stewarts.


I can see it all so clearly in my mind.

The cloth covered rolling pin. 

The flour sifter.

The upside down glass.


So, I ate the alligator tail, as one does... (French Fridays with Dorie: Roasted Peppers)

This has been one of the strangest food weeks that I have had in a long time...

It started off with fried alligator, raw oysters and New York strip steaks in Louisiana (among other things) and moved on to fried...everything and Greek food in South Carolina.

Nothing made sense and everything made sense.

I am pretty darn sure that if someone told me a year or two ago that I would be chowing down on 'gator tail and slurping raw oysters off the shell like it was my J.O.B. (and talking co-workers into trying it too), I would have looked them straight in the eye and asked them if they were off their rocker.