Gilding the Lily since 2006
What a fucking week. I got a sunburn that may warrant a trip to the dermatologist’s office, leaving me with cracking and peeling on my ears and shoulders that feel like I spent a fortnight moving refrigerators. I needed a full recovery day of napping …
Scott said “it tastes just like the Amish Kitchen back in Columbus!” I’m pretty sure he meant that in a nice way, but I think the actual Amish would think my dumplings aren’t plain enough, and are of sin. I had some leftover oven-fried chicken …
I guess I’m finally tired enough of eating premenstrual cravings for dinner every night and can cook again, but I still don’t feel like busting out a carefully-metered recipe at 10:00 on a work night. So I’ll just describe and you can figure it out. …
Work’s been kicking my ass the past few days. I worked ~16 hours today, which included a two hour-long (mediated) fight with a senior coworker, and can’t fathom cooking. Yet I can fathom blogging? Okay, I asked the hubz if he’d consider fixing something to …
You ever wake up and feel like “fuck a bowl of oatmeal”? You ever want something so fattening, so boorish, so wrong that you’re just like “Fuck it, I’ll hafta run 5 miles to keep this off my ass but right now I’m going for …
We had Sus and Shin over for dinner last night. We love those guys, especially since they brought that little squishy stress-toy of theirs (oh, right – they’re called babies – my bad). Sage is the cutest little happa you’ve ever seen. He makes little …
It’s Super Bowl Sunday! That really doesn’t mean shit to me ‘cept I can make every junk food delicacy that my little heart fancies. I just woke up from the food coma that can only be induced by daytime beers and white carbs. Mini pizza, …
I hafta use up the rest of the buttermilk in the fridge before it goes bad. Wait, does buttermilk even go bad? It’s already got cultures in it, right? That’s neither here nor there – I made biscuits. Delicious, fluffy buttermilk biscuits. I insist that …
Barring a loaf of day-old brioche (like I have those just laying around), challah really does make the best French toast ever. And it can be purchased every Friday, giving you the very best fodder for an epic Saturday French toast and mimosas brunch. Challah …
This morning I was craving pancakes something fierce. Tragically, I lacked buttermilk, so I sent Hubz to the store. “Pick up some sausage and heavy whipping cream, too!” I needed something major – Hubz and I quit smoking last Monday, so my attitude this week …