the temperature at which sweets happen
For four years I’ve intended to make a pie for pie day, and four years running I’ve neglected to do so. I have no problem making pies for every other day of the year, but for some reason this specific “holiday” eludes me. But not this year. This is the famed year for 3.14 Pi … Read more3.14 Pi(e)
Lately I feel like I have a surplus of energy! Maybe after working 67 hours a week, consecutively week after week, having an extra 27 hours makes a normal 40 hour work week suddenly feel so unproductive! Gabriel and I talked about having this pie on Christmas; on Christmas, however, I wasn’t feeling so productive. … Read moreIn A Rut
Dudes! Majorly cool stuff happened this week, and I’ve finally recovered from their sheer overwhelming awesomeness to share. Um,… like how about the airing of the first episode of the final season of LOST! It was pretty much a huge event over here. I mean, maybe you already knew this. Like back when I held … Read more“Dude….”
I presume most of us start eating dessert early Thanksgiving morning; I know I do. This tradition started as a child – I remember watching my Mother every Thanksgiving Eve rolling out pie dough on the huge black countertop in my parent’s home. There were two heaters in the kitchen, one on each side of … Read moreThanksgiving Pie
Nearly one year ago, I shared with you my sad, sad, tale and lamentable story about not winning my company’s annual summer picnic dessert contest; it was fixed, I know it (that’s what I believe to get myself through it anyway) – no really it was fixed. I’ve decided people are super weird about voting … Read moreBadge of Glory
Our first Sunday here in Utah, in our new home and in our new ward, my sister Pamela was introducing me to her friends and people she knew, when one of her friends said, “I’m so jealous – I totally have sister envy!” Being away for seven years, I totally had sister envy too! but … Read moreSister Envy
One Thanksgiving stands out to me more than any other. I don’t remember the table settings, the food, or how old I was, but I do remember that my Bammieroo came to visit (Bammieroo is my Mother’s Mother). Seeing Bammieroo was always a cause for celebration as she lived far away and we didn’t get … Read moreTurkey Lurkey