Tomorrow marks the one-year anniversary of my first post! When I started this blog, it was because I was bored and trying to figure out the next steps for my life. I wanted to write, something I had done quite a bit of in previous jobs but not much of in my current one. I … More Milestones to Celebrate
“I will only eat burgers made out of beef.” With this, in my opinion, rather extreme restriction set by Kyle, I don’t get many opportunities to try non-beef burgers at home. He won’t even eat turkey burgers unless forced to. That means that when he goes out of town, I pull out the various beans … More Where’s the Beef?
There are quick breads – banana, zucchini, apple and the sort – and then, on the other end of the scale, there is rustic French bread. There are hockey pucks and then, on the same side of the scale, there is rustic French bread. At least that’s the case when I get in the kitchen. … More Hockey Puck French Bread in Nine “Easy” Stages
Read my short story Loving Hands that inspired this follow up post here. On Monday, I posted a short story called Loving Hands based on a writing prompt I found: Write a love scene from the point of view of your hands. A bit surprising was what I realized about myself when writing this little … More Reflecting on Loving Hands
I have discovered two new vegetables this year: butternut squash and cauliflower. “Discovered?” you ask. “Becky, I’m pretty sure those have been around for a while.” Well, fine. If you’re going to be picky, I’ve discovered that I actually enjoy eating squash and cauliflower. I’ve yet to get too adventurous with cauliflower. Cauliflower pizza crust … More Nice to Meet You, Cauliflower
Prompt: Write a love scene from the point of view of your hands ***** “So where are you going on your date?” “I’m not sure. He said something about going down to the river,” I answered. “I’ll have to remember to take my gloves.” ***** It was still just late afternoon, but with the sun … More Loving Hands
“I feel like I can’t really call myself an adult if I can’t make good eggs.” This is what I said to a co-worker the other day, my thought process being that eggs are (or can/should be) relatively simple to cook and versatile. A grown-up should have a few egg recipes mastered. I, however, have … More Same Baked Eggs, New Boat
Here’s another creative writing prompt I came across: “Your grandmother gave you a book that you refuse to read. What’s the book? Write a thank-you note to your grandmother pretending that you read it.” It’s kind of silly and I’m in no danger of winning a Pulitzer, but it was a nice change of pace. … More Prompt: “Thank you, Grandma.”
I dug out a list of writing prompts from a friend and randomly picked this one: Write a scene that begins: “It was the first time I killed a man.” I ended up writing three unrelated mini scenes/dialogues. Thinking back on it, it was kind of an odd choice of prompts to get back into … More Prompt: “It was the first time I killed a man.”
When baking, one of the golden rules is to mix your wet ingredients separately from your dry. Then you combine them carefully, slowly, in stages. It’s about balance and making sure the flaky, granular stuff meshes just so with the liquidy stuff. This post is not about baking, but it is about wet/dry balance. I’m … More Wherefore Art Thou, Creamy Chicken Salad?