We still have pancakes. (Recipe post)

For those of you who recommended movies for me for my sick day yesterday, I watched “Like Water for Chocolate,” and “Big Fish,” on Saturday. I liked them both, but I’m kind of pissed because “Big Fish” made me cry. Yesterday, I made cherry-vanilla pancakes and watched “You, Me and Everyone We Know.” It’s about the connections between neighbors and the greater community. Great movie. I give it two pancakes up.

The pancake recipe is below this here photo. Yes, my pathological obsession with pink continues. And yes, I used honey instead of maple syrup, despite the fact that the streets where I live are lined with Maple trees. Continue reading

Happy Birthday, Neeners.

I’ve been holding off on posting a new blog because I knew the next one would be my 50th post. I also wanted to hold off because I thought it’d be nice to mark the occasion by thanking the woman who gave me a reason to blog.

If you don’t know her (and at least half of my subscriber list does), this is Nina.

Today is Nina’s birthday. I love her.

I joined MySpace at the end of January 2006 to stay in touch with old friends. I had never really considered blogging as an outlet for my personal writing (as opposed to the type I get paid to do). One day in February or March, out of curiousity, I clicked the “Blog” button at the top of the homepage and the list of top blogs popped up. Nina’s was on there and whatever her post was, I thought it was hilarious. Continue reading

Tastes So Good, You’ll Want the Recipe (Plus Pics)

I awoke Sunday morning to a lovely predicament. I hadn’t yet given any thought as to what dish I would bring to my dear friend’s wedding shower that afternoon.

Now, I’m not going to lie to you or make any attempt to be humble here. I f-ing rock in the kitchen. I am the person you look forward to having at your parties because you know I’m going to bring something unexpected and awesome. Usually, I start planning a mini-feast the second I open an invitation. Continue reading

Secret Passions and a Quick Fix

This is just a quick hit of things that have been turning me on or giving me a bit of amusement lately.

I am thisclose to being diagnosed with a clinical obsession with food and cooking. Obsessed. In a previous professional incarnation, I was a restaurant critic for a major newspaper. It gives me great joy to walk into restaurants I now frequent and see reviews I’ve written framed on the wall.

In addition to watching more food-related TV than is reasonable or healthy, I read about food, cooking equipment and techniques voraciously. I adore Alton Brown and the Iron Chef. I consider Giada de Laurentiis a personal friend. I own “Cupboard Love” (a “dictionary of culinary curiousities”) by Mark Morton, “How to Peel a Peach,” by Perla Meyers, a few of the “Best Food Writing” annual anthologies and subscribe to Gourmet Magazine. Continue reading

Ode to the Old Derryfield Country Club

There is only one place in Manchester that has my heart. It’s a place that actually only exists in my heart now that it has been torn down. The old Derryfield Country Club. Oh, yes, a fancier, cleaner and more expansive one has been built in its place. It’s got one of those flashing electronic display signs advertising its prime rib special and Sunday brunch. But it isn’t home.

Let me tell you about my friend, the old DCC.

I started attending reggae Sundays at the deck back in 2002 with my best friends Heather and Stacie. We’d usually be groggy, rolling out of bed after a Saturday night adventure – we’d pull my mattress out to the living room, make some mac ‘n cheese, and flop down and watch the 1 o’clock Pats game on the bed in the living room. Around 4, we would put our hair in pigtails, swap tank tops and make the short drive to the D. Continue reading