January 28, 2017


We belong to this meat CSA, so I had a chicken in the freezer that I couldn’t really use because Zachary is allergic to poultry. Don’t even pull your whole “Oh, allergic, is he?” face on me. He is allergic. As in, has an epipen in case he accidentally ingests like a turkey sandwich or some chicken nuggets. Allergic as in allergic. The boy has also stopped eating pork. We’ll be leaving the meat CSA, because at this point our…

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January 24, 2017

Humble pie

I baked with a friend last week, and she commented, “You’re so confident in the kitchen.” In fact, the kitchen is the place I’m most confident. Once I understand the basic principles behind any type of food, I feel fully capable of just throwing things together. This is not characteristic of my usual Hermione-like commitment to doing research before any endeavor, be it travel, hiking, or hyphenation. My confidence throwing things together leads to weeks of just one type of…

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January 19, 2017

How do you solve a problem like the walnuts?

“It is unclear how or why, but I have discovered there are an alarming number of walnuts in my home. This seems like the kind of problem in which you may specialize. Any ideas?” That’s what Holly posted on my timeline last night. I think we all know how to recognize a challenge when we see it. At first I suggested cookies or a sweet loaf, but she seemed a bit… disoriented… by my assumption that she would just throw…

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January 19, 2017

Every day, it’s a gettin’ closer

We are two days away from the Obamas moving out of the White House and the Trumps not moving in because their special snowflake wants to stay in school in New York. In advance of the main shitshow, we’ve gotten to watch Jeff Sessions claim to be a civil rights activist and Betsy DeVos claim to be a wildlife-infiltrating-elementary-schools activist. I still haven’t watched Obama’s farewell speech. How could I face that right now? I am no less horrified than…

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January 18, 2017

Popover fraud

My popovers have been having an identity crisis. In the past, they’ve been a quick fix to make a pathetic gathering of leftovers into a meal. But the past couple of days, they don’t don’t pop over or they don’t pop at all. This is clearly the biggest issue facing our nation today. Baked goods that are not even qualified to be called muffins are being nominated as popovers. In our post-fact world, anyone at all can claim to be…

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January 17, 2017

Friendship and laughter

Today was a day of friendship and laughter. I started the day by making pretzel dough, but by the time it had risen and I had shaped it and boiled them and baked them, there were seven kids in my house. “There’s no way those pretzels are making it to the school board meeting,” one of the kids informed me. My kids’ friends seem very comfortable giving me shit. In actual fact, there’s no way the two carpenters working in…

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January 16, 2017

Lines composed 3147.25 miles from Tintern Abbey

I’m sitting on the window seat in my library, covered with a black and green flannel blanket. I hear occasional cracks as the fire dies down in the living room, the dogs are curled up on beds, the cat has taken to his spot on a beam over the living room. Children are asleep throughout the house—some mine, some belonging to other people. I’ve always wanted a house where other people’s children feel welcome, where there’s noise and space to…

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January 14, 2017

When bad bakes happen to good people

It has been THREE DAYS since I’ve told you what I’m baking, and that’s unacceptable. It’s just that I’m running for local office and working on an assignment and mourning the death of my country and all. I have, however, been baking. Wednesday was Hebrew school day, which means I spend all day checking to make sure I have all the supplies I need for my class and then we don’t get home until 6:30. Popovers take all of five…

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January 11, 2017

More for me

Yesterday sucked. Like, eight ways from Sunday. I’m not kidding. The details aren’t important, but basically cleaning up Marley’s diarrhea at 5:30 in the morning was not the worst part of my day. Not by a long shot. It wasn’t even in the worst three things that happened. There is clearly only one solution when this kind of shit happens. You’ve gotta cream some butter. Like, a lot of butter. We have this amazing cookbook: The Search for the Perfect…

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January 9, 2017

On politics and drywall

An unanticipated side effect of baking every day is that we have a bit of a backlog of baked goods. We never finished Friday’s challah, and normally that would mean French toast for dinner, but who wants French toast for dinner followed by cookies for dessert? Other than everyone, I mean. Some of the excess we can pawn off on the poor, unsuspecting drywallers who are working on our garage. However, it does seem that drywallers eat less than carpenters…

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