Pseudo-Philosophizing Over French Chocolate Silk Pie

French Silk Pie

Sometimes — okay, maybe all the time — big days or events don’t go as planned.

Let’s talk about Valentine’s Day, for example. Yeah, I know, it’s a completely commercialized holiday scam that the greeting card companies push on we eager consumers, blah blah blah. My husband and I did not take the gifts-and-cards route this year. All we wanted was to set a nice table, cook a big feast of Belgian-style mussels marinière, sop it up with some crusty French bread, share a bottle of wine, and cuddle down with a rich, chocolatey dessert over some exciting Olympic events. Continue reading

Ukrainian Pierogies (Or Vareniky, or Pyrohy. Take your pick!)

Fried Pierogies

Potato dumplings. Earthy, unctuous mushrooms tucked into delicate ears of dough. Warm, beefy, beety borsch. Fried fish.

I hadn’t realized how traditional my family celebrations were until I grew old enough to realize that not everyone celebrated Christmas or Easter the way we did. What? You didn’t pile on the starches for a Christmas Eve feast (twelve meatless dishes, one to symbolize each of Jesus Christ’s apostles, to be exact, if we are being incredibly traditional)? Christmas Eve wasn’t even all that big of a concern for you? Really? Continue reading

Rich, Not-Even-Close-to-Texan Beer Chili & Spicy Honey Cornbread

Prep your veggies

Food is adaptable.

It doesn’t matter if you have a well-stocked pantry or a sparse dorm-room cabinet that would make your mother cry. You don’t have to have rare ingredients on hand, and you don’t even need to have every single ingredient in a recipe to throw a meal together. What you need is confidence, a little bit of bravery, and the will to try. What’s the worst that can happen? Surely something delicious can come from whatever is tossed in there.

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What on Earth is this blog about?

Cats? Life? Unexpected surprises? What is this blog about, anyway? In one picture:

Sir Percy Catney is at it again

You little rascal!

No, it’s not strictly about a naughty black cat that can’t understand the meaning of, ‘Off the counters!’ But it is about hitches that come up in our everyday – or not so everyday – lives. Hitches, like a kitty nose poking around your cutting board despite your best attempts at pushing him away from your food scraps. Hitches, like discovering that your freshly-painted windowsill now has nail scratches all over it. Like finding fur and hair in your breakfast bowl when you were sure you had the cats far away. Like learning that your remodeling project is delayed, for reasons you cannot control. Like reaching for the milk and discovering you only have a quarter of the amount called for in your latest cake recipe.

Welcome to my household.

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