Coconut Cream Pie

Hello, it’s me. I was wondering if after all these months you’d like… …a recipe?* Spring evening with my husband and dear friends. Narcissus blooming tall in the big clay pots. A space station sighting.** Coconut Cream Pie. Pretty perfect. Coconut Cream Pie (This recipe is a mash-up of the best ideas from several sources,…

Snapshot: Creamy Tomato Soup

  Today was cold and sunny. Lunch was hot, homemade tomato soup with a grilled cheese sandwich on the side. Such goodness took the sting out of spending the rest of the afternoon balancing the checkbook and chasing a phantom $153 charge. I put a big pinch of dried saffron in the pot as the…

Meyer Lemon Curd

The petite woman knocking gently on the door of ER bay 17 last Wednesday opened it slightly and poked her head through. “May I come in?” she said softly. Everyone else had rapped loudly and bustled in and out. I nodded and moved to make room for her near the gurney where my father lay….

Chicken Cutlets with Mustard-Cream Sauce

Wednesday afternoon. Last to-do: pick up some Chardonnay to serve with chicken cutlets, steamed rice, and broccoli. Kai the husky was riding shotgun, his preference any time a car door is open. Sometimes he even settles behind the steering wheel, and I have to flat out tell him he can’t drive. We had just left the…

Six-Minute Egg

Most of the year, clients pay my lawyer husband in the official currency of the United States and its overseas territories, i.e., the American dollar. That makes it convenient for paying our mortgage and associated household  expenses. But periodically, most often in December, different currencies appear. Expressions of friendship and gratitude, they take the form of…

The Dogs of Cookbook Wall

Dogs dictate much of what I accomplish in a day. I can run errands for exactly as long as it takes the smallest canine bladder in my house to reach capacity. I can cook efficiently only if the shepherd/collie mix doesn’t nap in front of a kitchen cabinet or the oven. I can chop onions…

Christmas Lights

  “What are you makin,’” the Home Depot employee said, “‘cuz I know you ain’t plumbin’.” Busted on Christmas Eve. Are there no middle-aged female plumbers in this land? Or were my mom jeans a dead give-away? I was standing in front of racks of copper pipes, juggling a five-foot length of 3/4-inch pipe between my hands,…

They Have, They Will, They Did

  The bride was beautiful in the lace gown she bought in Chicago, her veil so sheer that its ivory color was apparent only where it fell in folds. The groom was handsome in his military dress uniform, pants pressed with knife-edged creases, shoes glossy and spotless. The ceremony was a full Catholic Mass, held…

(Not a) Piece of Cake

Have I mentioned that I’m making a small wedding cake on Saturday? For First born’s wedding to her pilot? I’ve never made one before. Thought I’d bake a test run last night, to work out some of the kinks. It’s just (gluten-free) chocolate cake with vanilla buttercream frosting, which I’ve made a jillion times. How…

Thanksgiving 2015

  I’m in that sweet spot of holiday mayhem: done with the cooking, happy with the memories made, and giving the evil eye to the odd ceramic dish or two that still must be handwashed. The leftovers got tossed today. I’d make everything again, except with less rum in the pumpkin pie and more cayenne…

Baked Eggs II

“These dogs have it made,” my husband declared, surveying three shaggy mounds reclining under and around our breakfast table. They could say the same about you, I replied, as I put a prosciutto-lined ramekin of eggs baked with cream on the placemat in front of him. One for B, and one for me. Freshly cut…