January 5, 2009
A Transformation
December 30, 2008
Once Upon A Happy Hanukkah
December 14, 2008
Can You Spot The Chameleon?
September 18, 2008
Beautiful Blue: Around The House
Beautiful blue is the sky, yesterday.
Beautiful blue is the little ship of forget-me-nots on my sidebar. (Over there -->)
Beautiful blue are our bathroom tiles. (Seriously! They're perfect. I could gush on for decades about how bright, cheerful and utterly relaxing these tiles are. In fact, I probably will. Future children, prepare yourselves.)
Beautiful blue is my inkwell from Stonewall Jackson's gift store. Or rather...the gift store that is in his house these days.
Beautiful blue is this bag, waiting on the bed for a rush to the delivery room. (The New Nephew Countdown begins!)
Beautiful blue are these pillowcases.
Beautiful (barely) blue is this flea market chandelier.
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A Secret Project
September 5, 2008
The Way To A Girl's Heart

"The room in which we were expected to sit was a stiffly-furnished, ugly apartment; but that in which we did sit was what Mr. Holbrooks called the counting-house, when he paid his labourers their weekly wages at a great desk near the door. The rest of the pretty sitting-room -- looking into the orchard, and all covered over with dancing tree-shadows -- was filled with books. They lay on the ground, they covered the walls, they strewed the table. He was evidently half ashamed and half proud of his extravagances in this respect. They were all kinds -- poetry and wild weird tales prevailing. He evidently chose his books in accordance with his own tastes, not because such and such were classical or established favorites."
"'Ah!' he said, 'we farmers ought not to have much time for reading; yet somehow one can't help it.'"
- Cranford by Elizabeth Gaskell
For another spectacular man's library, read The Cat Who Could Read Backwards by Lilian Jackson Braun. George Bonifield Mountclemens, the art critic, has a den worthy of, well, Mr. Mountclemens. Unearthly comfortable armchairs, culture-cluttered red walls and carpet, a Siamese cat and a kitchen where everything is well-made.
August 30, 2008
My New Favorite Recipe Pt. 2
No, you didn't miss anything with the "Part 1". It was the same recipe and the resulting uncontrollable urge to tell everyone I know about it is part of why this blog is here now!
After our Friday Night Candlelight Dinner of Giada's Chicken in Lemon Cream with Penne from Everyday Pasta... (Mmmmm....was that good! Used the herbes de Provence we got as a treat several weeks ago perfectly. The flavors were amazing and I want to do it again, with less noodles and more veggies. Spinach, maybe) we came inside for tea and muffins. An unusual dessert for us, but it was really fun, I thought. Lights down low...the leaf out of the table, so we were all cozied together.... Quite coffeehouse-ish.
Anyway - Mango Raspberry Lawsuit Muffins are THE BEST muffins in the whole wide world.
This is only my second time making them, but they seem to take all sorts of abuse/substitutions and still emerge decadent, fragrant, light and fluffy. They're like miracle muffins.
I snipped the "liners" out of parchment paper. They look artsy, don't burn (yay! I was worried) and keep everything together quite nicely. First time, flavoring was the titled Mango-Raspberry. Bebe and I had the house to ourselves and wish we had written down the story we wove aloud that afternoon. (She knows that I am blogging about her now, perking up from a sound cuddle.) These are Citrus-Cassis. We just happened to have a lemon and some dried currants in the pantry. I added extra lemon juice, some craisins and a bit of applesauce to balance the moisture. The scent? Oh my. They would have appreciated oatmeal strudel topping, but the walnut is just fine. (French spices, lemons and dried currants, but no oatmeal. Something could be said about this....) Each muffin is garnished with a slice of crystallized ginger. Yum.
(Crystallized ginger by the Ginger People. Oh, how I love those little Ginger People! Did you see them dancing when you first visit the link??)
And now I bid you good night. There are 800 odd words to be written before midnight.