Hubbles is afraid he's coming down with another cold, and it's chilly and overcast today, so it's the perfect day for soup. I made crusty french pain ordinaire, and a nice pot of miso broth with fish, mushrooms, scallions, and seaweed. Later there will be a fire in the fireplace, and a blanket-wrapped hubby in front of said fire.

I didn't start putting up signs for the medieval food tasting session until the day of the session itself, so I was afraid that few hungry souls would wander over. I needn't have been afraid, though, because we were set up in the room right next door to one of the free wine hours, and what folk weren't tempted into Valley III by offerings of ( Read more... )

My car is washed and ready to be filled: we're headed out tomorrow morning first thing. I am so excited about having hubby along-- I never thought I'd share the Zoo with him, and the fact that I'm going to makes me all bouncy and squeaky with joy ( Read more... )

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I always have freak-out moments before a big event (a Latin test, getting married, making family Christmas dinner for the first time, etc.), so it's not surprising to me that a few days before Kalamazoo I'm feeling a bit panicky ( Read more... )

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For an Andalusian recipe, I just ground up a bunch of caraway seeds: it smells SO good. I wonder if I could make money on the side selling some of the spice mixtures at the farmers' market. "Medieval Andalusian Mix". That would look spiff on a label...

Today is the most beautiful blue-sky day, I almost want to abandon my kitchen (which I NEVER ( Read more... )

For some reason I haven't been able to use my e-mail hooey for a little over a week: if you've been trying to get hold of me (I'm lookin' at you, Gino), it should be working now. Sorry for any inconvenience ( Read more... )

I picked up a $4 bottle of retsina (a Greek white wine delicately scented with pine resin) that, along with some turnips, some honey, some pears and some radishes (all right-- and a few other things) will make an intriguing medieval sauce. Retsina at its best can be frightening, so I have to admit that I'm worried a $4 bottle will be... erm, ( Read more... )

I am so excited that I am making embarassing, high-pitched squeaky noises, for lo, TAMMABANANA IS MOVING TO ITHACA!!

Um, squeak!

Oh, and I have a dark chocolate candy bar with little crunchy bits of roast coffee beans in it, which is also pretty darn squeak-inducing.