I am whole again. This is just like the time in 6th grade (grade 6, Canadians!) when I picked and tore and bit at the wart on my thumb so much it eventually fell off, but once it was gone, … Continue reading
Poor Kyle does not care for mushrooms. To say that he “does not care for mushrooms” is putting it mildly. In fact he hates them. I like mushrooms. I like cream of mushroom soup, both in casseroles and just plain. … Continue reading
I made truffles. That’s right–not a typo. Inasmuch as I am not legal to work in Canada, and not eligible for in-province tuition prices, I basically spend my days thinking of things to do to entertain myself. I am not … Continue reading
Let me set the scene… Kitchen table, cluttered with things not “out of place” so much as “homeless.” (Things like apothecary jars and huge white bowls and 11×17 wedding photos [leftover from the reception]). A 9×13″ pan of chicken enchiladas … Continue reading