When we lived in Minnesota I made pasta almost every weekend in the winter.
I had an extruder for the round and tubular shapes, and used my trusty Pasta Queen for the flat shapes.
I worked 70 – 80 hours a week but I had time to make pasta.
Now I’m retired and don’t have time to make pasta.
In … Continue reading.....
Mon mari tends to take the fun out of being a traveling food blogger.
He’s quite patient at home, waiting while I take a few hundred photos of a crumb of bread: arranging and rearranging; posing and reposing; adjusting the lights and the props.
And he did ask me, very nicely, to please not embarrass him by doing the same … Continue reading.....
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I just heard our pointy-nose, German dog struggle up the stairs. Time to come up and nap in the warm office. She has arthritis in her back hips and, on these damp days, the stairs are a challenge.
Six years ago her vet in Andorra told us she shouldn't be allowed to go up stairs and … Continue reading.....
One often hears people wax poetically about the ‘old world charm’ and ‘old world manners’ of Europe, all of which is true.
What those same people don’t discover, unless they move here, is that some of those old world manners aren’t so charming when faced on a daily basis.
Mon mari didn’t notice anything particularly different, but, then, he’s a … Continue reading.....