Taking a hiatus
I know posting has been spotty the last few months. Work is super busy, which is a wonderful thing. I’m so grateful for the work right now. I’m also itching like mad to do some writing for me and I’ll sit down to do it, thinking about my novel and thinking about this blog and end up frozen in front of the keyboard unable to choose. Well, I need to choose and I’m going with novel for a while. I’m going to keep the blog up because I still see a lot of hits for some of the recipes and I like knowing folks might land on them and have an enjoyable meal for the effort. At the moment, I don’t feel like I have anything much to add to the story here. I&

Homemade pasta on a Sunday afternoon
OK, so it was TWO Sundays ago. Things have been busy around here. I’m working my hind end to a pancake sitting in this here chair, typing-typing-typing and trying to find just the right words. Work is good. Very good. Yay, work! But so yeah… two Sundays ago this happened: Lila had to be in on the fun. She’s fast with her little hands.

Falling into fall
Wow, it’s just barely above 50 degrees this evening and I left the upstairs window open all day, so the house feels cold and breezy. I worked on-site today, and planned a simple dinner of pasta with pesto from the freezer and a nice green salad. The salad greens froze in my crisper drawer (not the kind of crisp I had in mind) and my feet are cold, so I’m craving something comforting in my tummy. I set the idea of salad aside, and just sliced up a few of the leftover pickling cucumbers from yesterday’s mad, final pickling extravaganza, then moved on to one of our six volunteer butternut squashes instead. Roasted. With butter and brown sugar. Hello, almost October

I dream of ravioli
When I asked Chris what he’d like for his birthday dinner this weekend, he thought for a few minutes, then said ravioli. Ravioli? Really? Bo-ring. At least, boring for me. I like to have a challenge when making a special dish for someone I love, and dumping a couple of bags of frozen ravioli into boiling water isn’t remotely challenging. Sure, I can jazz it up with homemade sauce, some spicy sausage from Butcher Boy, a fresh and zingy salad and a decent bottle of the grape, but still. What about homemade you ask? Well, yes, that’s the question isn’t it?