Heirloom Tomato Gazpacho


In my mind I am a genius and can do anything I put my mind to. I can pack a suitcase for a week that only contains two pairs of shoes. I can check off ten things from my to do list before 8 AM. I can shower, shave, do my hair and put makeup on in 20 minutes. I can grow a bountiful garden full of tomatoes, peppers, squash and herbs. The reality? I pack three pairs of jeans and four pairs of shoes for a two-day weekend getaway. I get stuck on the second task of the day because as I was researching how to make ricotta, I found a link for homemade creme fraiche, salt brick chicken, rope plant hangers, and how to not get sidetracked on the www. My 20 minute get ready routine inevitably turns into 45. Why I think I can get ready in less than 45 minutes is beyond me. I can’t grow squash! Who can’t grow squash? This girl, right here. This was the first year I decided to not even plant squash, and just concentrate on tomatoes, peppers and herbs. Guess what? My tomatoes and peppers that I planted in May are barely knee-high. The tomatoes that do grow, disappear. Either a squirrel, or four-legged blonde are taking them before they have a chance to turn red. Continue reading

Simple Poached Egg


I love a complicated recipe. When a process takes several days or even weeks, it makes me happy. I get to watch the whole thing unfold, and anticipate what is to come. I want to make my own puff pastry all the time now because I love each and every one of those buttery layers. I make my own vanilla because I can start it one day and then three months later there is a jar of dark and rich liquid that only started out as vanilla beans and vodka. I gave sourdough a try, making the starter and then finally two weeks later I was able to make the bread. That was a fail. I will leave the sourdough to the San Franciscans. Continue reading

Triple Layer Carrot Cake with Cream Cheese Frosting

Ahhh, springtime. Yesterday I went on my first ride of the year where I did not have to wear arm and leg warmers. As I crested hills and looked down on trees, I could see the bright green hue of brand new leaves trying to burst out (kinda like Jim Carey in Pet Detective). It was also my first ride of the year that I had to battle bugs. Bugs in my teeth, eyes, ears. Big fat flying ones that really hurt when I am flying down hill and I swear that they take direct aim at my cheek. Continue reading

Salty Rocky Road Fudge


I never said I was up to date. I may be a human calendar, but I am quite often late to the dance. Whether it was catching up to the scrunchie trend in middle school, or getting my sister her birthday present, I figure good things (and style) come to those who wait. You never know how quickly a trend might go out of style (are skinny jeans ever going to go out?), or someone might change their mind and all the sudden the gift you bought for them is now yours (funny how that happens to my benefit sometimes). So, I figured the recipes for all the treats that I made on my Post-Christmas-Christmas-Baking on New Year’s Eve Eve could wait until I was good and ready. They could wait until I felt like I could handle another bit of indulgence after the holidays (I was ready on January 2 by the way). And really, this recipe is a year round recipe. Even more than the Hot Cocoa Cookies and the Eggnog Filled Pecan Florentine Cookies. Continue reading