Whoosh. Joey caught a bit of the women’s olympic skeleton course the other day. I’ve never even heard of the sport before now, but apparently what he saw were women flying face first on tiny metal sleds down a death defying track. With each new athlete, the announcer revealed that yet another mother was hopping…
breakfast tata
Decisions are flying around- all of the sudden we have a blue floor, and we spontaneously cut a door in a wall today. There is no telling what will happen tomorrow. If you feel too silly saying “breakfast tata,” you are welcome to say “breakfast quesadilla,” but I don’t think that it will taste as…
peppery pasta carbonara with poached egg
In the interest of your own sanity, I’m going to say that you should only keep reading this if you have bacon in the house, or if you are willing to go to the store right now. If you don’t have bacon in the house, you might just feel sad that you can’t make this…
joey's frittata
So now you know about the blueberries and cream muffins, which upon reflection, I might add, are a whole lot better than I gave them credit for. No, they are not the lofty and spreading muffins of which I eternally seek, but if those Counterculture muffins are the disfunctional boyfriend that one might have subversive…
leek and sorrel custards
Spent. Totally spent. I came into the house tonight after a day at work that involved my hands moving really fast for many hours while my brain moved even faster, after waiting at the bus stop for a bus that I thought would never come, after giving nearly everything I made this week to the…
