2014/07/18

Well, I never... (French Fridays with Dorie: Coddled Eggs with Foie Gras)

When my Grandma Baker was alive, one of the phrases she would use to express surprise at something was "Well, I never...".

New technology.

A new concept.

Something crazy that one of her grandchildren did.

Any other idea that she wasn't sure how to process.

Even though she has been gone for a decade and a half (and some change), I can still hear her voice in my head each time I experience something that takes me by surprise.

2014/07/15

Things that make me happy (Tuesdays with Dorie BWJ: Vanilla Pound Cake & Leaf-Shaped Fougasse)


It's summer here in the Northern Hemisphere.

There is something about summer that just makes me happy.

Even though I am sitting in a hotel room in Houston typing up meeting reports and it's 90-something degrees outside.

It's all good.

There are no hurricanes on the way. I survived the I-610/I-45 Interchange parking lot (and caught up on some podcasts at the same time). I ate a good dinner by myself. The final book in Deborah Harkness's All Souls Trilogy downloaded to my Kindle this morning. And I know that when I return home later this week, the temperatures will be 20 degrees cooler (but it won't be freezing!).

Yes, I'd probably rather be tucked away in my own house right now; but all in all, I can't complain.


2014/07/11

Lesson learned (French Fridays with Dorie: Shrimp-filled Zucchini Blossoms)

I headed out to the Farmer's Market on a Saturday morning. 

One very hot summer morning.

I drove around the neighborhood several times trying to find a parking spot - a few streets over, I found one. Did I mention how hot it was? And that I had to parallel park?  Parallel parking is SO NOT my thing. Thank goodness for back up assist and proximity sensors in cars.

I was hot and cranky as I made my way downtown to the market pavilion. But I kept on going. Squash blossoms were on my mind.

Stall after stall, I searched and searched for the elusive blossoms.

No dice.

Finally, at the very last stall (seriously, it was the very last stinking stall that I looked at), I spotted trays upon trays of the most beautiful blossoms one could hope for.


2014/06/27