Pushing on a Rope
Cooking
Sweets from the Sweet
I returned home from teaching Jazzercise last night to the most delicious aroma — Catherine decided to unwind after a long day of chasing 4-year-olds in the heat by baking some cookies. She’d tweaked an egg-free sugar cookie recipe she found online (sorry, she’s not sure where she found it, and since she handwrote it, … Continue reading
Recipes for failure
I was “Chopped” in my own kitchen today. Back-to-back baking disasters unlike I’ve had in a long, long time. Usually, I can whip up sweets in my sleep. Not today. Everything I touched was far less than palate-pleasing. Of course I was rushing, multitasking, racing to get back to that (I only wish it was) … Continue reading
Let me eat cake
So with this week’s flip of the calendar started the stream of email and snail-mail “birthday” marketing tools — you know those coupons and well-wishes from different stores and services you do business with. My birthday is in a couple of weeks and DSW thinks I need a new pair of shoes, so they’ve sent me a … Continue reading
C is for cookie. It’s good enough for me.
Catherine and I put the new oven through its paces today and the result is a house that smells like heaven. With the church youth group potluck tomorrow, we offered to bring two batches of cookies and that meant hitting the kitchen. We never buy bakery treats because Catherine is allergic to nuts and must … Continue reading
We’re (almost) cookin’ with gas
Nothing is ever easy here in the Vanech household. If it can go wrong, it will. Today was a big day and not because the weather folks were screaming all day about possible tornadoes this evening. Today marked the arrival of our new kitchen appliances, bought not because we were feeling flush but because the … Continue reading
Let’s make a deal
Do you clip coupons? I love the thrill of the bargain hunt and after all these years remain committed to a Sunday-evening ritual of clipping and making the week’s grocery list. I love checking the receipt to see what I saved — did I wind up getting the ice cream for free? Or was it … Continue reading
Over the fence and into our hearts
The neighbors have left. No, we didn’t drive them away. They outgrew their post-War Cape, even with its addition. The baby has been a nomad since the day she was born, sneaking in a few winks in a bassinet in the dining room, play room, a sibling’s room. They had to go, and it isn’t … Continue reading
Pushing on a Rope 