Some times I long for simpler days. I even get twinges of nostalgia for the pioneer times – neighbours had to work together, houses were small and easy to maintain, divorce was unheard of, children didn’t stare at an iPad all day long, and mealtime was a family affair.
As a middle child, I tend to be a people pleaser. But at the same time, I don’t like to be boxed in. As important as rules can be, for the most part, they are simply guidelines.
It is so much fun to see how Kristina has surpassed me – by light years – when it comes to cooking. She is creative and instinctive, and possesses the natural ability to invent adventurous (and wonderful!) culinary combinations.
Without history we are infants. Of all intellectual pursuits, history is the most supremely useful. That is why people crave it and need ever more of it.
– Simon Jenkins, “The London Times”
In all honesty, EASY doesn’t matter if it doesn’t taste amazing! Period.
I some times wonder if I chose the wrong profession. Maybe I should have been an architect, a pilot, or possibly a chemist. I love design, travel, and experimenting. But alas, I hate math. So I’m a musician. This way I can count to 4, and start again….
One of the first gardens I planted was filled with every black flower I could find. This was somewhat of a fad during the Victorian era, which I find intriguing. Can you imagine elegant women in long, floofy dresses tending gardens? That might be as difficult as imagining ME working in flowerbeds. But I tried.
Have you ever noticed that the nearer a country is to the Equator, the spicier the food is? It seems like hot food in hot weather makes people cooler and more comfortable. That’s logical, I guess!
True confession here: I am not a huge fan of dessert. My husband grew up with a mother who baked pies, cakes, and cookies daily, and each meal – and every cup of coffee – was accompanied by some wonderful homemade treat. Honestly, I would rather eat a candy bar filled with tons of sugar, fat, and preservatives than a slice of homemade pie. But that may change!
I may be late for Cinco de Mayo, but then again, I was at least one week late for Saint Patrick’s Day. No biggie! Great food can be served year ’round.