Archive | August, 2010

Becoming a Saucy Wench

31 Aug

Yesterday I made pasta from scratch with William — and then I tried to blog about it.  Frankly, the post was boring to read.  I shelved it.  What can I say about making pasta from scratch?

1) Everyone seems to get a pasta maker for their wedding, yet nobody else I know uses theirs.  That’s a shame.

2) Fresh pasta is one of those things that is cheap to make and so superior to the dried kind that you hardly need any sauce at all.  The pasta is delectable and tender.

3) It’s a mess.  Even messier if you decide your preschooler is the next Lidia Bastianich and let him help.   Continue reading

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Chicken Sherry (No Extinguisher Req’d.)

30 Aug

For those of you who are fans of the book Julie & Julia or the movie adaptation by the same name, you will no doubt be familiar with Julia’s dish featuring chicken in a mushroom cream sauce.  “Don’t crowd the mushrooms!” Amy Adams exclaims as she gently stirs the bubbling pan on the stove top.

Well, I don’t know from crowding mushrooms on the stove top, because a very similar (looking) dish from my mom’s recipe box called for the mushrooms to be simply tossed into a pyrex dish, drowned in sauce, and baked for about 40 minutes.  If they were crowded, the mushrooms never told me.   Continue reading

Dirty Little Secrets

29 Aug

Inspired by Fran’s comment, I’m going to start by revealing what I learned from my mom.

First, let me say that my mom is my hero in many ways.  Although her own mother did have some delectable Pennsylvania dishes like homemade sauerkraut and apple pie, Mom didn’t inherit any kind of comprehensive culinary tradition from my grandmother, and then she spent her early adult years as a hip single girl working at the Pentagon and in Germany.  I understand she had to wash her dishes in the bathtub at the Amelia Earhart hotel in Wiesbaden for years, so it’s not surprising she didn’t become Julia Child during this swingin’ time in her life. Continue reading

What the Heck am I Thinking, Here?

28 Aug

Thanks to the magic of Facebook, I’ve spent the past couple of years writing a little bit about life every day, in the form of self-centered status updates. Although I think of myself as a somewhat creative person, I’ve always been pretty terrible at the type of writing people usually consider creative.  Like short stories.  Poems.  Even my attempts at novels remain unfinished, mainly because I feel they can’t possibly be good.  In an arguably uncreative way, I seem to only like to write about things that have actually happened to me or to someone I know, so it’s not surprising I took to Facebook so easily.  Through speedily issued statuses, it is possible for me to painlessly share the trials and unexpected satisfactions of my daily life as a temporary at-home mom.   Continue reading