There was a time in the not-too-distant past when I bought cook books whenever we traveled. Wait…. I still do that. Except now I do it surreptitiously as someone, who shall remain nameless, thinks that I have more than enough cook books already. When we were in Marrakesh I bought three small cook books – two were in French and one in Spanish. When we were in Italy a few … Continue reading →
I suppose one could call it an early Christmas present….. I’d been planning / hoping to get a new computer sometime in the next year or so. Mine was 4 years old and excruciatingly slow. Okay, maybe I have too many programs open at the same time, but that’s the way I like to work. Mon mari’s computer was really old – probably close to 10 years, although bits of … Continue reading →
I’ve been meandering down memory lane again. My external hard drive crashed. The one I keep all my photos on. I have them backed up (thankfully) but I still have to go through them all, sort them out, get them organized, etc. There are some of the girls’ family photos following the recipe…. Fettuccine with Pepper, Meat Sauce Total time: 35 minutes Ingredients: 8oz (240gr) ground beef (mince) 1/2 red … Continue reading →
I got a present in the post the other day! I love getting presents…. Especially unexpected presents. Well, this wasn’t totally unexpected. The nice people from Ariosto sent me a message on Facebook and asked if I wanted to try their herb and spice mixes. Of course I said yes – if they would send them to France. Well, it turns out they are in Italy so France wasn’t quite … Continue reading →
My mother always told me that if I couldn't say something nice not to say anything at all. So I won't divulge the name of the blog I'm quoting…. I doubt that the author is alone in this opinion, however. I decided someone had to come to the defense of Betty Crocker. The blogger found a box of Betty Crocker recipe cards, circa 1971 on which said opinion is based. … Continue reading →
Memories of the sandwich of horror. When I told the story last week about my brother eating a cold, soggy buckwheat pancake for me, no one commented on the fact the he actually managed to swallow the dregs off my plate. I pondered that for a bit, then, as my mind tends to do, I meandered over to another memory…. This time of my b-i-l. My sis was recently married … Continue reading →
