I generally avoid hauling out my mixer on a weekday morning.  We have toast and fruit or oatmeal, pancakes a couple times a month if I don’t have a morning meeting.  But what’s a girl supposed to do with some softening bananas sitting on the counter?  Just throw them away, you say?! Never.  The Leftoverist [...]

We’ve been up in LaConner all weekend at Grammy and Poppy Dick’s house , reading magazines on the terrace, walking on the beach, playing pickleball.  Oh–and taking care of a sick Loretta.  I really can’t go into detail about what kind of sick she’s been.  This is a food blog, and I’d surely lose readership.  She’s on [...]

Saturday could have turned out differently than it did.  One of my favorite poems is by Jane Kenyon, and it’s called Otherwise.  She says , “I got out of bed/on two strong legs/it might have been/otherwise.”  I always think of that when I’m complaining about something trivial or feeling sorry for myself.  Every morning of my [...]

Loretta is asleep, Wyatt is out playing out in the dirt while Yancey mows the lawn, and I get to sit down and write about food. If someone walked up to me right now and said, “You can go anywhere in the world,” I think I’d stay right here.
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Started thinking about scones this morning for two reasons.  1) I have some créme fraiche in the fridge, as you know by now. 2) The wonders of Facebook have put me back in touch with my old high school friend, Heidi.  Her status the other morning was about baking muffins, and that got me thinking [...]