Just a Kid with a Whisk
I can’t drink, thanks to my new meds, which has robbed me of what I would consider a vital element to my relaxation equation. What can I say? I’m a Flannery. Booze is important. As a result, I’ve been looking for other ways to keep my hands busy. I’ve been doing more baking than you’ve seen here,…
Like most people, I don’t really love going to the doctor. Unsurprisingly: paying my premiums is a source of severe irritation, particularly when the all-too-familiar solution to whatever is an unhelpful and ambiguous prescription of “rest.” As a result, I’m generally one to wait things out. Often — fortunately — I’ll get over it. Sometimes, however, I wait myself…
What do I even say, after an absence of two years, that doesn’t sound completely trite? Steven and I got married last year, and we added a sweet little furbaby, Olive, to our family. The three of us spend a lot of time doing things that are surely, from the outside in, quite unremarkable. But, you know, they’re great…
As a child, I remember being upset that my best friend got to eat ice cream every night after dinner. I wanted ice cream every night, but my parents refused; there was to be no dessert after dinner, and that was that. Treats were reserved for special occasions — including surprise trips for Superman Ice Cream…
The first time I saw this unique way of shaping dough, I was obsessed. I’d seen babka and braids of all kinds, but I was wide-eyed over this star bread. Unfortunately, the discovery fell somewhere within a joyful but frenzied slew of celebrations, beginning with Friendsgivmas and ending — months later — with a bittersweet…
I stopped wearing makeup recently. While it’s true that I’m trying to take better care of myself, that had absolutely nothing to do with it. It didn’t help my skin clear up, and it didn’t help me save time getting ready in the morning. It was because, for the first time in my life, I’d…
