Monday, March 29, 2010
I finally got around to reading Eat Pray Love a little while ago. It definitely held my interest, but I can't say that I loved it. Mostly because I couldn't figure out what the author was so darn unhappy about, and I was consumed with envy that she had the time and resources to do what she did. Yeah, it didn't bring out the best in me. Judging from the trailer, the movie will be just as, for lack of a better word, annoying. But the scenery looks gorgeous, and so is Javier Bardem.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Want to know what we did for Valentine's Day (sorry, I can't keep this blog current to save my life)? Well, without giving too much away, the H made a four-course meal. While I sat in bed. And ate.And drank.And then ate and drank some more the next morning. Yep, he done good.
Typically when I host book club, it can be challenging to serve a dish that hearkens back to the book. That was not the case when our club recently read the wonderful The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. Without question, I knew I would have to serve a potato peel pie. Googling a recipe was easy. Luckily, so was making the pie. Peel the potatoes. Boil the potatoes. Combine the peels with some flour, salt and onions. Press the peels into a pie dish. Make a mashed potato filling. Bake. Sprinkle with beet root. And tada!Everyone bravely dug in, declaring it an appealing side dish with a roast beef, for example. The potato peel pie crust really did have a surprisingly nice flavor and texture, and you can't go wrong with a mashed potato filling. Even our youngest members tried it, although they were more game for the chocolate cake I served in case the pie was a bust. The last word: great book, pretty darn good pie.
Snook screamed at me from the kitchen the other day, "Mommy! I see a rat!" Rest assured, I was about 119% certain that my daughter did not see a rat in our kitchen. Certain enough that I did not reach for the nearest broom, nor did I dive head-first under my bed. But it did warrant an investigation.This is what I saw. Not a rat. But . . . . . . this is what she saw. Definitely a rat. Whiskers and all. I love you beets, but I'll never look at you the same way again.