The score so far…

After my manic run to the grocery store in town to pick up fly strips yesterday and hanging five of them up in strategic and not-so-strategic places, the thus-far triumphant tally looks like this:   Rebecca:  37 Flies:       5 (including one really irritating specimen that keeps buzzing my head.)   Holy cow.  *Ohmygoodness.  I had that [Read On]

Hey Flies. You hear that? It’s the sound of inevitability.

I have now officially declared war on the burgeoning fly population in my home.  I had all I could take when a flock of fruit flies and whatever-you-call-normal-house-flies (can fruit flies flock?)  decided to repeatedly dive-bomb my slice of cheesecake that I snuck out of the freezer.  Oh NO you DON’T mess with this lady’s cheesecake! [Read On]

Tub-stoppers (English Muffins with fried eggs and Canadian Bacon)

Without straining the gray matter too much, you might’ve guessed that I don’t haul five kids out to eat breakfast in restaurants very often.  Leaving aside the expense of the endeavour, can you even imagine me getting them all ready to go BEFORE I’ve been sufficiently caffeinated?  Or before they’ve actually eaten?  Because my kids [Read On]

A couple words of recently accrued wisdom regarding the bread recipe from the last post.

So.  Apparently when the authors of ‘Artisan Bread in Five Minutes’ caution you against putting the lid on your dough bucket tightly they mean it.  I kind of ignored that because I’m having a current battle royale against the fruit flies that are threatening my sanity.  Those nasty little buggies fly around all my food at [Read On]

Homemade English Muffins

In last Monday’s column for the Record-Eagle, I ran a recipe for Speed of Light English Muffins.  Due to the constraints of space, I was unable to go on and on and on about what I do with those English muffins.  Mercifully for my family, the unusal ‘beneficiaries’ of conversations about my culinary obsessions, I [Read On]

Golden Cornbread Rounds

I’d like us all to observe a moment of silence for the baking ignitor in my oven.  (Silence from me, but not the children.) Yes, that means my oven isn’t working.  We’ve had the most glorious stretch of fall-like summer weather in my memory and I can’t bake a loaf of bread in the oven.  But I’m not bitter. [Read On]

Enough with the breaking glass already!

You may remember my recurring glass breakage problem this summer.  It strikes again.  Sunday, after making a beautiful batch of cheese from fresh raw goat milk (obtained as a gift from a friend who keeps goats) I was walking back to the countertop with my bowl of cheese in my slippery hands.  To condense the [Read On]

Ice Box Nutella and Peanut Butter Graham Cracker Sandwiches

The secret  is this:  Almost everything is improved by the presence of Nutella.  You know the stuff, right?     I was first introduced to the creamy, hazelnutty, chocolately heaven-in-a-bottle way back in the day when I was an exchange student in La Belle France.  There was a bakery where you could actually bring your [Read On]