Monthly Archives: December 2011
Yes, Benjamin, There is Possibly Not a Santa Claus
The gig is up. Or could be. It’s hard to say. After dinner, Doug calls out to me from where he is putting Benjamin to bed. I trudge upstairs begrudgingly (Why can’t he put the boy to bed by himself? Doesn’t he know I’m doing the dishes/checking Facebook/playing a round of Angry Birds: Seasons?) until […]
Baking With Disaster
I almost entered into a baker’s hell this weekend; you know, that particular lower circle where you’re asked to make a birthday cake for a 40th birthday party and you spend hours on a new recipe and then find that it’s becoming an utter catastrophe and you might have to start over from scratch and […]
My Dinner with Two Hot Tamales
It’s official: I’ve become a Top Chef whore.I watch all the incarnations: “Top Chef,” “Top Chef: Just Desserts” and “Top Chef: Masters”; if there was a “Top Chef: Reheating Lean Cuisines” I’d probably program that into my DVR as well. But, I swear, I’ve gleaned many useful directives from these shows. Contrast salty and sweet. […]
