Italian Wedding Soup
Potato Kielbasa Skillet
Homemade Strawberry Frozen Yogurt
When I was a kid I remember sitting on the same counter my kids currently do. Then it was my Nannie’s, my mom’s mom. I pushed the same wooden chair to the cabinets, hoping to find a shift in her warm and busy kitchen. She’d hire me from time to time, but only if I listened very well. Timing in cooking is everything and a good sous chef can greatly help or hinder that mission.
The golden hours of photography are in the morning and evening when the sun meets the earth in a warm hug. No matter the subject the light engulfing it is magical. Rory calls this golden light “pixy dust” and tries to catch it in her hands. I wholeheartedly agree. It is the time of wonder and imagination that twinkles in flits and glimmers, challenging us to chase it and catch it in our lives.
Honey is a similar God-given twinkling-golden wonder, but the difference is you can taste it!
I realize this is my second recipe on beans, but what can I say, they are a super food I am willing to support!
photo credit: Google images
“Well, I can’t eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs. One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them.”
– Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest
Ryder has always had a desire to eat muffins. Maybe it was because before he could even walk we would sit on the kitchen floor and stir up a batch of Martha White muffin mix. We would watch them rise to a golden buttery perfection in under fifteen minutes. Or maybe its because muffins are happiness in a little paper cup (or naked really, it doesn’t matter to us).