The last batch of scones I made for my friends tasted as if a baking soda monster had crawled into the dough and died. “They weren’t bad,” my friend said. That means that they weren’t good, either. The bag of flour I use has a little emblem in the corner that says “125 years of [...]
January 30, 2012 Leave a Comment
January 26, 2012 1 Comment
God and Beef Wellington.
God cares about Fritos. I’m part of a small group that actually is small. We meet at each other’s place on Wednesday nights, and in the past the host has made a meal. It’s possible that we’ve all used up our cooking repertoire, or we just want to simplify. Whatever the case, we decided to [...]
January 25, 2012 7 Comments
Goodbye to the Patisserie.
I load up boxes of the things we had in the back room — CDs we listened to, the calendar with the funny notes and cartoons we’d drawn on it, personal items — because you settle in when it’s two years. I take the garbage out for the last time. It’s 5:30 and dark out [...]
