It was a lazy afternoon. I’d been skimming through the September issue of Sunset Magazine and noticed a recipe for stuffed peppers. And while Peter Piper picked a pail of pickled peppers, I didn’t. I’m not quite sure how you pick already pickled peppers, but it sure works for the alliteration in the little nursery rhyme, right? Continue reading
I don’t do raw tomatoes! Sounds weird, right? Roast them, toast them, throw some balsamic or lemon juice and herbs on them and I’m good. Just don’t hand one to me expecting it to be eaten whole and untouched. Continue reading
What happens when your work is moving to a new location, the condo you’re living in is put on the market, you buy a house and need to pack and move? Simple answer to the chaotic state? No writing and scrounge-type eating. Continue reading
