I woke up in a very crabby mood today, in spite of a perfect Los Angeles day with deep blue skies and an actual cool breeze. Maybe it was weeks of 100 degree temperatures, plus two political conventions back to back. Or maybe it’s living alone during five months of furlough with no discernible end in sight. Either way, my grumpiness wasn’t lifting. My usual ventees weren’t available…
Is everyone having a tough time not knowing what their life will be like in a month or two, or is it just me? I think the low-level stress is turning me toward the dark side – chocolate. Not that it was a big turn. But right now chocolate is entirely too satisfying. That’s why I found myself going through the thousand, or more, recipes I’ve collected over…
Life is all backwards now. People who used to have to be dragged into the kitchen are baking and cooking up masterpieces, and people like me, who love to cook, can barely lift a spatula because I have no one to feed. Cooking for myself is nice, but it’s the sharing that’s the fun part. I can make my favorite pasta with shallots, fresh tomato, basil and whipping…