the fine and practical art of procrastination and a carrot cake

 

When I have a really pressing task – especially if it’s also a HUGE, pressing task – I’m unbelievably industrious. Except that I’m not necessarily working on what I’m supposed to be working on.  Continue reading “the fine and practical art of procrastination and a carrot cake”

Schopenhauer’s porcupines and a root vegetable mash

Here, in the North American east, it’s been a brutal couple of months. Extreme cold, snowfall after snowfall, and high winds. We are heading into the tenth week of continuous winter. Most of us are getting a little fed up. Prickly, even. A bit like Schopenhauer’s porcupines. Continue reading “Schopenhauer’s porcupines and a root vegetable mash”

a little Carl Jung and a cranberry, apple, and almond tart

Even though I’m skeptical, I begin each day by reading my horoscope. I’m partial to… Continue reading “a little Carl Jung and a cranberry, apple, and almond tart”

warm fig fruit salad in port wine

This is such a crazy simple, quick, tasty, sophisticated, elegant dessert. I’d be incredibly happy if I was served this in a posh restaurant. And yet, I feel that most restaurants here are not quite there yet. Is it wrong that I often prefer my own cooking to eating out? If you love the kitchen and you love cooking and you take it seriously – eating out can be such a letdown. Expensive. Boring. Tasteless. Predictable.  Continue reading “warm fig fruit salad in port wine”

on self worth and mini cornmeal crabcakes

 

This week I’m thinking about self-worth. Or self-esteem. Or the ability to believe in oneself. Self-love. Call it whatever you like. It’s so important and yet for many of us, our sense of self-worth is difficult to maintain, so shaky, so fragile, so easily eroded….  Continue reading “on self worth and mini cornmeal crabcakes”

on memorizing poetry and an old-fashioned self-saucing baked butterscotch pudding

Nobody memorizes poetry anymore.

Once upon a time, it was de rigeur and scholars young and old memorized and recited astonishingly complicated, lengthy poems –The Highway Man, The Charge of the Light Brigade, Dylan Thomas’ Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Tennyson’s Ulysses, and Coleridge’s Kubla Khan… “In Xanadu did Kubla Khan, A stately pleasure-dome decree….” Continue reading “on memorizing poetry and an old-fashioned self-saucing baked butterscotch pudding”

On hope, resolutions, and a caramelized onion and bacon tart

 “Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, ‘it will be happier’…”

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

I like the idea of hope smiling from the threshold. Such a joyful notion. Even the concept of hope smiling, seems itself, designed to elevate our happiness. Hope is so fundamental, so paramount. Continue reading “On hope, resolutions, and a caramelized onion and bacon tart”

easy, breezy, beautiful – four ingredient rum balls

Once again, I’m so far behind in holiday preparations that I’ve practically given up before I’ve even managed to get started. There’s no tree in my new house, no decorations up, no baking done, very few gifts organized, and only one card mailed (to my cousin in England). Despite the fact that I’m a Christmas minimalist – I need some serious help.

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more sushi, less sorrow

I’m navigating a rocky, erratic path through the #100HappyDays project. If you don’t know about #100HappyDays – you can read about it hereContinue reading “more sushi, less sorrow”

Anaïs Nin and a classic Italian Bolognese sauce

“Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terrors, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.” Anaïs Nin Continue reading “Anaïs Nin and a classic Italian Bolognese sauce”