According to Wikipedia, I don’t exist.
Do you know what Swiss chard is? Well, it’s not kale… And it’s not like kale, either.
Kale’s leaves are much tougher than the leaves of the colourful-stemmed Swiss chard. If I had to compare the chard to something similar, I would say it’s kind of like spinach.
So what does one do with this chard?
Lots. It’s quite versatile. Continue reading “Freshly harvested Swiss chard (and what you can do with it)”
Of all the things to cook on a hot day, I decided today I needed to make bone broth.
I like a good quality stock. It is so versatile and goes beyond soups. When I run out I sorely miss it.
I ran out a few weeks ago.
The flavour, the healthful properties, everything is improved in homemade stocks and broths. Right? I can also control the amount of salt. Most store-bought broths are way too heavily salted for my taste.
At least I’m reclined outside in the sunshine. And, I’m directing, vocally across the hallway into the kitchen, my tween girl’s cheesecake baking efforts. 🍰
THIS is the reason to have children. 😀 Continue reading “Current state: cake-less and reclined”
Yesterday I baked brownies.
When the pan came out of the oven and they cooled sufficiently, I cut them into teeny squares.
Then I ate 6. 😛
Here is proof that I put my week-long depression behind me with a recent selfie taken this morning. See? I’m upright, showered, dressed, awake.. 🙄
Does this look like a person who has not eaten any chocolate today?? 😂😂😂😛
Never mind. Let’s talk about something else… 😎 Continue reading “Kids and virtual friendships”
No one is up. It’s only 7…
I have coffee. Continue reading “Lockdown Easter morning”
Yesterday I taught my 12 year old how to make a full meal for a family of 4 with a frugal ingredients list. Continue reading “Pandemic cooking – stretching few ingredients into a family meal”
I’m going to let you in on a little secret. It has to do with yeast. Continue reading “Secret revealed about your sourdough starter”
The continuation of the Monkey Bread saga continues…click here for part 1 from yesterday.
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My tween girl and I were baking bread (me) and Monkey Bread (her). While the doughs were rising, and the dishes piling up, and I had my back turned for a moment, she disappeared.
Because, kids. 🙃 Continue reading “The Monkey Bread saga – part 2”