Sunday, June 17, 2018

Traveling Through Life



A sunny Friday. The first sunny day in a while. The days, cloudy and rainy of late, are draining me. I’m still getting used to the weather patterns now that I’ve moved to coastal Maine. I awake, bleary-eyed, arrive to work a few minutes later than planned, waiting for the dreariness to pass. Long used to getting a mellow caffeine fix from green tea, I turn to iced coffee a couple of days a week. I follow those coffee fixes with a period of frenetic jitteriness, and then an epic slump.

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Hey, Hello, I'm Back


Hello again!  It's been a while since I've posted, and a lot's happened in the meantime.  After ten years of working for the same company, I accepted a position with a new employer and relocated to Portland, ME.  The husband and I packed up and moved last week; we're still trying to put the finishing touches on our new place, but I thought I'd share a quick and easy recipe for cauliflower fried rice that I made for dinner.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Cheater’s Chimichurri


After working insane hours for the past several months, my husband and I took a much needed two week vacation at the end of October.  We rented a tiny little cottage in Sanibel, FL that sat just steps from the beach.  We love trying to stay somewhere with a kitchen when we go on vacation; not only do we both enjoy cooking, it’s a great way to keep our budget on track.  When we get to wherever we’re staying, we take stock of what’s in the kitchen and plan a trip to the store.  Here are the essentials we typically stock up on to make vacation kitchens workable:

Sunday, April 2, 2017

We Land on Our Feet

Hey.  It's me again, Margaret.  Where have I been?  Well, that's a long story, and not one that I want to drag over the coals or fan the flames.  I've been everywhere, and nowhere, and many places in between.

I love those bloggers that keep on keepin' on, no matter what happens.  As we've seen, I'm clearly not one of those people.  I blog in fits and starts.  My most recent absence of nearly a year was one in which I reached new realms of cooking exploration.  I could have shared, but it would have inevitably led to sharing other things.  Raw things.  Things that I keep neatly tucked into the folder that separates my personal and work/social/other life.  But I've grown a lot in those months, and here's what I've decided.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Everything Bagel Seasoning/All The Things Cream Cheese

I have a serious love of everything bagels.  Something about the mix of nutty sesame seeds, slightly floral poppy seeds, and the potent kick of garlic and onion just seems to make everything taste better.  And I'm strongly of the opinion that everything bagels should also have sea salt in the mix; those without it are far inferior.  The problem?  For me, eating an everything bagel everyday would result in me growing a spare bagel around my middle, if you know what I'm saying.  Luckily, I found a way to "everything" everything!

Friday, May 13, 2016

Creamy Celery Soup

Me: Casually checks blog to see when I last posted an entry.
Blog loads: Sunday, January 17, 2016
Me: SERIOUSLY???

I must have slipped into a late winter hibernation, because I’m not quite sure how I let four months go by sans blog post. (Well, maybe I can. Let’s admit it; I’m pretty flaky about this whole blog thing.) But I’ve been cooking up a storm since then; and I’ve got photographic evidence to prove it. The husband and I have spent quite a bit of time in the kitchen together lately, which is always a relaxing way to wind down after a busy day in the office – glass of wine in hand, please.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Pecan & Cranberry Granola

Winter.  You guys, I don't understand for the LIFE of me, how food bloggers can come up with such wonderful food photos during the winter.  During the week it's dark by the time I get home, so no matter how many delectable dinners I cook up, any photos of the meal look muted and bland, flattened by artificial light.  On weekends, I'm busy working on projects around the house.  Buying a home formerly inhabited by college students lends to some interesting questions: "Why did someone punch a hole in the closet door?"  "What is that weird stain on the ceiling?"  "Did they mop this floor even once during the years they lived here?"  The answer, I have come to realize, is simple:  I'd rather not know.  However, I digress.  Onto less frightening questions - how about some granola?