Housekeeping

Time to tidy up around here. I’ve got some disparate thoughts, photos, and experiences to collate and/or discard. Thank you to The Minimalists. Your philosophies are slowly affecting every aspect of my life. ♦ ♦ ♦ Happy birthday, little blog. Cookbook Wall turned three years old last week. If you’re a regular reader, thanks for…

Skillet Burgers

You do know how much better homemade burgers taste if you wrap them in squares of waxed paper and let them sit for a few minutes before serving, right? Cook the seasoned beef (I like ground bison) patties in a skillet filmed with vegetable oil over medium-high heat. Turn to brown both sides. Cover with…

Two-fer: Fig Bruschetta & Fig Bites

Until he gave them up for good a few years ago, my husband loved Fig Newtons with an intensity people usually reserve for their favorite sports teams. I would buy five or six packages at a time and store them on a certain shelf in the pantry, so he’d always have a ready supply. He…

Apron Love

  Proudly wearing my new Hedley & Bennett apron, straight out of the package delivered yesterday by FedEx. Can an apron be worth $85.00? It can, if You wear one every day. The quality of fabric and construction is superb and includes bar tacks at pocket corners, fusible interlining sewn in the hem to keep…

Snapshot: Watermelon Plugs

Did you catch the video making social media rounds recently showing another new way to cut and serve a watermelon? It’s simple and works great. Pictured above is a mini-melon, the perfect size for my small household. Slice it in half on a cutting board. Place one of the halves cut side down. Slice it…

Raves and Faves 26

One wall in my dining room is dedicated to a changing display of photos hung on rows of shiny, black clipboards. I print the photos on premium photo paper with a cheap but serviceable ink jet printer, and nearly all of the images were taken with my iPhone camera. What’s the use of leaving those…

Roasted Red Snapper

A seafood counter clerk had already packaged my salmon filets by the time I noticed the snappers. My eyes swiveled like a flounder’s spying prey. These fish had heads and  tails, unusual in my suburban grocery store, several hundred miles from the nearest U.S. coast. And they were fresh, their silvery skins glinting bits of…