I’m not a recipe creator, I’m a recipe adaptor. That is to say, I take recipes that I find and tweak them so they satisfy my philosophy regarding ingredients and cooking techniques. My ingredient swaps tend to be based on my own palate preferences (or what I know my family will like/accept), dietary needs, ingredient… Continue reading Using my “Nog”-gin
Yesterday was Thanksgiving in America. It’s one of my favorite holidays, and not just because of the traditional dishes (turkey, cranberries, pecan pie, pumpkin pie…ok, I’ll stop because I’m drooling now), ALL of which are my favorites. No, it’s because everyone, regardless of race, religion, color, or creed, has something for which they can be… Continue reading Making a mark
A computer glitch. That's the reason...ok, one of the reasons, I started writing whisky reviews on this blog. When I first discovered scotch, I knew I needed to write down what I had tried and what I liked about it, so when I'd go into restaurants I'd know what to order. So I did, using the… Continue reading Cleaning Up
This post was supposed to be about making Whiskey Fudge. I wanted to show that, with a little time and patience, you can make fudge without using sweetened condensed milk (you know, that overly sweet and overly processed stuff you find in a can). And including the whiskey? Well, it’s a crossover of the two… Continue reading Oh, fudge!
I’m my own worst critic. The negative voices in my head can be quite loud, even when the reality is otherwise. Let me give you an example… We’re having a special family event this week…a party celebrating the engagement of my older daughter to her beau (yes, I said beau, just like “Little House on… Continue reading Expectation vs. Execution
Last week I asked you if you are a risk taker (Taking a Risk). I went on to describe how I took an untested cake recipe to meet my husband’s boss for the first time. It was my normal light-hearted post of humor dosed with a little bit of instruction, and it was a fun… Continue reading Taking a risk (Part 2)
In the “I’ll have what she’s having” scene from When Harry met Sally, Meg Ryan fakes her climax then calmly takes a bite of her sandwich, what looks like a turkey on rye bread. Harry’s sandwich looks like the more traditional deli order, a corned beef on rye. I know, I know, the sandwiches are… Continue reading Rye Not?
So what’s that word when you go into a situation thinking you know the basic ground rules, then find that what you think you know might not be the complete picture? Mis…something. I can’t think of the word. You can’t either? Drat…I thought you’d help. When my girls were young and I’d drive them to… Continue reading Expectations Upended
Last weekend was the Kentucky Derby. How do I know this? Every restaurant I went into on Saturday had it on their TVs. How much do I know about it? Not much. My husband asked me which horse I would bet on (if I bet, which I don’t), and I replied, “The brown one.” Other… Continue reading Run for the Roses…and Bourbon