I’ve been treating my feet like garbage lately, a fact which is evident by the blistered skin on my heels and the cuts on their tops. Hours in various shoes that are various degrees of too loose, too tight, too something have taken their toll, and I’ve been paying for it dearly. As such, I’m…
Archives for 2011
Usual – {Cranberry and Orange Shortbread}
Too short, too weak, too uncertain and too eager. That’s me, a decade ago, at Grandma’s side in the kitchen. Grandma, composed and efficient, effortlessly invented tasks to occupy my boundless supply of Squirt-fueled energy. She, perhaps wisely afraid to pass me a chopping knife, did most of the prep herself; dicing onions, celery and…
Crumble – {Chocolate Stout Cupcakes}
It feels heavy between my nervous white knuckles, this too-new pie tin, piled high with fruit and a mountain of pressed oats, almonds, flour, sugar and butter. Under cover, the berries mingle with a few gentle squeezes of lemon juice and a sprinkling of thin, stringy zest for a tart zip. A pinch of salt…
Eat – {Red Velvet Cake}
Dry rye. The toasted triangle pushes a pool of runny yolk; unyielding and rigid in my hand. Contained by a slick dam of homefries, the streaks of yellow gel begin to coagulate and harden, not only incorrigible, but inedible, too. Across the table is Dad’s plate, the contents of which have been reduced to a…
Two – {Piña Colada Cake}
It’s funny – I’m more reflective of the past year now, on my second blogging anniversary, than I was on my birthday. It seems a lot of things have changed since this time last year. I was passionate about blogging then, but I’m certainly taking Whisk Kid more seriously than ever before. Maintaining – with…
Say – {Mocha Cupcakes}
All he had to do was laugh. Wearing yesterday’s clothes, I woke up on my friend’s living room floor hopelessly tangled in an unzipped sleeping bag. It was early – around 6:30 – and I was groggy from overeating and staying up too late the night before. Across the room from me, J was sleeping…