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Oct
13
Posted by the Misanthropic Hostess.
Apple of my eye. How about them apples? The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Don’t upset the apple cart. It’s like comparing apples and oranges. The big apple. Criss-cross applesauce! An apple for the teacher.
Now that we’ve got that out of the way, let’s move on to a month of apples.
To tell the truth, I was feeling a little uninspired in the baking department. However, a friend and colleague (thanks GMS!) made a simple suggestion: tarte aux …
Oct
6
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I swear there is a really great story behind the inspiration for this recipe. But, every time I try to write it down it almost immediately devolves into a “you had to be there but it was really hilarious” tale. Let’s just say it involved giant head sculptures, lots of rain, a certain non-hierarchical leadership model and an incident in a candy aisle at a grocery in a town that shall remain nameless (but shares an eerie commonality with the …
Sep
29
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I procured this recipe from David Lebovitz who borrowed it from from Baked: New Frontiers in Baking. Sadly, I can claim no stake its bizarre and wonderful brilliance. I will say that based on the rather odd surprise guest ingredient in this recipe and, well, the name of the book itself, I’ve surmised that its authors just might have been in an altered state of mind when they developed it. Perhaps caused by another type of brownie or edible substance?
The …
Sep
26
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Name an ice cream flavor after him and suddenly, he’s every where once again.
I would be remiss if I did take this opportunity to remind you that I too, have Schweddy balls. And so can you!
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Sep
22
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I’ve spent a lot of time with French macarons (though not nearly enough). And, no doubt, masochist that I am, I will spend more time with this little merengued demon. But not today. Today we are going to hang-out with the French macaron’s more easy going cousin, the almond macaroon.
If the French macaron is the Jordan Catalano of cookies, then the almond macaroon is Phil Dunphy. Easy-going and approachable if not just a little bit simple.
A couple of people have …
Sep
15
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After spending a week in Montana, TD and I needed some time to recover. So, we headed over to Vancouver for another week.
Vancouver is one of those great cosmopolitan cities that doesn’t seem to know it’s cool. Or, maybe it knows it’s cool but is so cool it doesn’t need to have an attitude like New York, San Fransisco or Los Angeles.
We spent a very relaxing week taking in the sights, walking through every inch of Stanley Park and kayaking …
Sep
8
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We wait and wait and wait. First comes the false fruit—attractive but mealy and dry. Then the imports arrive: beautiful and delicious but prohibitively expensive. Finally—just as students are relishing the last golden moments of summer break, we get stone fruit. I know that Roald Dahl is English but I can’t help but think he must have been in California in early September when inspiration for James and the Giant Peach hit. Peaches, nectarines and their varietals are everywhere it …
Sep
6
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While visiting my parents in Montana, I made a startling discovery. Well, now, that’s not really true. Maybe confirming is a better adjective than startling. In my mom’s sitting room she has the following picture of me. I’m guessing I was…two?
Other than demonstrating that I have never been able to pull-off bangs, take a look at my feet. Why yes, those are black peau de soie pumps I am rocking. And yes, I probably knew that they were peau de …
Sep
1
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Oh, the start of a new school year. The smell of freshly sharpened pencils and PeeChee folders. New classes. New teachers. New friends. And most importantly (at least for me), new school clothes.
And then there is school lunch. If I’d planned a little better, I could have and should have put together some research and thoughtful commentary on the subject. As a former K-14 consultant, I’ve seen a lot of bad and ugly when it comes to school cafeterias and …
Aug
18
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After I left for college, my parents began spending their summers in Big Sky, Montana. Next my brother decided to attend college in Montana (much to the chagrin of our California residency status). After that, summers turned into four or five months. And then a couple of years ago they (my parents…my brother never did come back) sold their house in San Diego and moved to Montana full-time. This means that three-quarters of my immediate family live in a place …