“Oh and did you hear about Judy’s nephew? He’s going to be playing Robin Hood in the school play!” “Janet says that they’re having a 30% off sale on bed linens at The Bay.” I am really glad that I have lovely friends who will come over and eat apple pie, draw on the …
Category Archives: mutterings
What can I eat so I can eat cheese
One of the first recipes I ever made was a risotto from Nigel Slater’s Real Cooking (my first cookbook, actually). With all the fretting and insecurity over letting the risotto boil too hard and cooking the rice to al dente (yes, you can read some pretension into that italicization, not to be attributed to Nigel …
Happy happy
Sometimes when I see someone in an outfit that is entirely unflattering, I can’t decide whether to think, “Good for them, throwing caution to the wind, wearing what they want, huzzah!” or sending them telepathic memos to reconsider their wardrobe choices. And when I consider posting a photo of my lunch (which became dinner, and …
Old(er)
My birthday is just around the corner. I’m actually rather relieved to be older (goodbye youthful angst, hello tenant insurance and phone bills), though there are panicked moments of existential turmoil (“Oh gawd, what am I doing with my life???”). But really, it’s just another day. And, there’s cake. Someone once told me that it’s …
Away
Traveling is always interesting on the gastrointestinal system. New place, new food. Constipation. Poopsies. The psychology of fast food chain restaurants is that it is a source of comfort to eat the same food that you find at home when you are away from home. So I guess the bowel movements can stay regular. I …
Think pink!
Ah, pink. The colour of Barbie, Pepto-Bismol, and ambiguously gay men. The sibling of red, the half-cousin of purple. There’s something about pink that makes me shudder with disgust and yet gives me a sense of perpetual cheeriness. Luckily, the thought of pink food tends to give me the giggles. A few weeks ago as …
It can’t be sunny everyday
While I like to maintain the image of effortless perfection and grace, sometimes things don’t go as they are planned. Like lemon muffins. This is my third attempt thusfar at making lemon poppyseed gluten free muffins. I forget what happened the first time. Must have smothered it in my memory bank. The second time, the …
If lonely, intertwine
“If Time, so fleeting, must like all humans die, let it be filled with good food and good talk, and then embalmed in the perfume of conviviality.” – MFK Fisher, “Meals for Me” in Serve it Forth
Well
I like to bake. I like to eat. I have a thing for muffins. My friends say they like what I make and since I can’t stop thinking about food, I might as well think out loud and indulge my penchant for egocentricity and self-indulgence. Toodle loo for now!