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Category: Learning Curve

What I’m Getting Myself Into Now

I keep thinking that I like cooking, until I realize that I like cooking, say, three to four days a week. The other times, I like takeout, and leftovers, and restaurants…see where I’m going with this? But I’m starting off this year (oh, ye of little resolutions!) with a vow to stop wasting–wasting money, wasting food. So I’ve armed myself with our checkbook, an expense tracker portfolio (called ‘Organizher’, by the way–because that’s not annoying), and a copy of Kathleen Flinn’s The Kitchen Counter Cooking School, and I’m trying my darnedest to plan meals, use up what we have, learn new ways to improvise. And not ask David to pick up Thai food on his way home. It’s January 4th and I’m already exhausted. Right now I’m waiting for chicken stock to simmer on the stove, and there’s bread baking in the oven (this is the fourth loaf out of dough I made this weekend, and I’m squeamishly wondering why the bread gets sourdoughy-er as it sits in the…

All Over the Place

Please excuse any typos you see here.  Quinn got to my laptop and managed to pry one of the letters off the keyboard, and I’m not sure yet if there’s been any other damage.  The good news is that I get to blame any editing errors on that–it’s my keyboard, honest!  It’s so screwy it spelled the word “weird” incorrectly!  Can you believe it?! I totally just spelled “weird” incorrectly when I typed that.  See? Took the girls to see some trains today at our local science and arts center.  There was a hearing going on in the city related to a certain child molestation scandal in college sports–you may have heard about it–so we were fully expecting a media-infested swarm, but alas, we avoided it.  Is it irony, that I was taking my innocent children to go see the wonder and merriment of a holiday display–the magic! the beauty!–when two blocks over there were grown-ups discussing things that other awful, awful grown-ups (allegedly, yeah, yeah) did to other young ones?  I don’t…