hooray! (chinet giveaway number two)

I know the saying is "as American as apple pie", but apple crisp is pretty representative of the good ol' US of A, too. Maybe moreso, as even the laziest among us can't complain about any difficulty in making it. (God bless America.)

unwritten rules

You're not supposed to wear white after Labor Day, but why not? It's an unwritten rule that really has no basis in our society anymore. There's another rule that everyone seems to follow for no apparent reason--even though it's widely available year-round, you rarely see pumpkin used as an ingredient until fall officially begins.

ole! (chinet giveaway numero uno)

I have high standards. I know this to be true, mostly because I've been told as much by several people who know me well. I don't think it's a bad quality, but it does leave me open to disappointment more often than not. It's also pretty difficult to impress me.

peachy keen

Melba. When I see that word, the image of a stereotypical little old lady comes to my mind. Is that weird?

food of the gods

You're familiar with ambrosia, right? The version I know and love consists of mini marshmallows, orange segments, pineapple, coconut, and nuts all smothered in a sweetened sour cream or yogurt sauce. Food of the gods, indeed.

slice of life

There are a lot of pieces of equipment and several utensils that I covet from the bakery, and I'm slowly but surely purchasing and procuring my very own collection of them.

mommy mia!

If you've ever been curious to learn a little bit more about me or my attitude in the kitchen, check out the little feature Mommypage has done! Even if you're not a mother, you can find a lot of useful information there.

curd's the word*

I'm just not crazy about curd. I think my problem stems from the fact that my first association with the word had to do with curdled milk--NOT pleasant. Plus, even before I learned about fruit curds, I knew about bean curd and how very unappetizing it could be.

*And yowza, what an annoying song. I apologize profusely if it's now stuck in your head. If it's any consolation, it was and probably still is stuck in mine.

so charred to say goodbye

Well, corn season is sadly over, at least for me and my personal gardeners (also known as my family).