bent mixer blades

Therapy by the dozen

I’m from the south. Eating is a favorite pastime, like football or deer hunting. It’s what we do. When I’m bored, I eat. When I’m angry, I eat. Sad, eat; hurt, eat; scared, eat; lonely, eat… When I want to help someone else feel better, I bake for them… then I eat what I bake. We eat our feelings, and our lives are a Golden Corral buffet. Does anyone want…

roasted spaghetti squash

Spaghetti squash

I had an unproductive weekend. I didn’t feel quite right, and stayed in my pjs for three days. Mostly sitting on the couch, sometimes reading, sometimes watching TV, sometimes crocheting, but I mostly noshed on things I shouldn’t have. Monday was a new day. Still miserable weather outside, but I felt a little better. Showered, changed clothes, even made a decent lunch for myself – it was all about making…

fresh baked boule bread

Toasty warm

I called my parents this morning – a courtesy check since they are both living in the midst of Snow-magedon 2015. My mother and her husband were without power, but because their home is plumbed with propane, they had heat; city water gave them the means to shower and wash dishes. Mom told me they had cleared out their fridge and put perishables on their screened-in back porch. The food…

Bulgogi with bok toy and rice

Bulgogi

Over the years, I have been fortunate to make friends with some wonderful Korean women. And just like southern American women, southern Korean women love to cook. (I’ll have to tell you all some day about learning how to make sushi with Spam.) Under their tutelage, I developed a taste for kim chee and a love of bulgogi. I don’t have the patience to properly prepare the spicy, fermented cabbage…

oatmeal cookies

Pity party cookies

I was feeling sorry for myself because I will be alone on the Hallmark Made-up Holiday Saturday, so I made myself some cookies. (They had pineapple and bananas, and gluten-free oatmeal, so they’re good for me… right?) The menfolk are on a mission over the weekend. A trip they are taking with my blessing. Still, even if I reject the notion of setting aside a single day of the year to celebrate our devotion…