Every time I see crème brûlée being offered on a dessert menu I order it. The silky vanilla custard hidden under the top caramel candy shell makes this dessert irresistibly good yet perceivably too complicated to make at home which is why I always order it when dining out. But the truth is, it’s so easy to make – and don’t let that whole thing with cooking sugar with a torch intimidate you. If you can spray paint anything, you can certainly cook a miniscule amount of sugar on top of a small cup of cold custard.
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It was literally 3 days ago I was coming off the high of helping to decide and award the winner of the 46th $1,000,000 Pillsbury Bake-Off in Las Vegas. How quickly things changed when I arrived home. With my cocktail dresses still packed in my red suitcase, yesterday morning I headed to the hospital in nothing but a black loose cotton zip-front dress, no bra, just underwear, and some plastic flip flops. With no make-up on and my crazy short bed hair out of control, I changed into a sexy beautiful back tying hospital gown waiting to undergo shoulder surgery.
The only thing I remember from yesterday morning is the anesthesiologist explaining to me that I wouldn’t remember anything from the procedure. This was good because after he explained that he would give me an anesthetic block via a needle in my neck, I was a little freaked out. One time I woke up during root canal surgery and the traumatic experience from that has stayed with me. [click to continue…]
If you haven’t already started to seriously plan your Thanksgiving menu, you better start now because T-Day is exactly 2 weeks away. Seriously, two weeks away and you know Costco is going to be crazy next week. This year Thanksgiving is going to be very interesting here. Unlike previous years where I do most of the cooking, this year I am going to be heavily relying on others, especially my husband.
As you’re ready this, I am having my right shoulder surgically repaired because aging + playing sports aggressively + aging (again) = my body is not getting younger and I better treat it right. Earlier this year I dislocated my right shoulder while working out and an MRI revealed that I tore my labrum which is the ligament in my shoulder which holds the ball in my upper arm in the shoulder socket. Because it’s torn, my shoulder easily pops out and dislocates itself which is extremely painful. There are days when opening up the refrigerator hurts so bad it paralyzes me momentarily. After months of physical therapy my shoulder was not getting better and because I would like to continue playing and competing in sports I am having it surgically repaired. Because my physical therapist reads SSL and has probably been wondering what happened to me, all I can say is, “Hi Chris, I’ll be seeing you again very soon.” So as you’re reading this I am probably in surgery or just out of surgery on heavy medication sipping grape juice and eating saltine crackers in a beautiful hospital gown. [click to continue…]
In my impressionable yet determined teenage years I often fantasized about what it would be like to live in a home decorated as beautifully as they are in the pages of popular home furnishing catalogs. I used to sign up for at least a dozen catalog mailing lists just so I could spend hours imagining myself living in one of these perfectly styled decorated homes. The holiday issues were definitely the best. They always featured the most elaborate table center pieces and settings with everything magically matching and coordinated. Little did I know these catalogs and similar magazines were planting seeds that would someday bloom into a way I could express myself but in a more simplistic way.
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Three weeks from today it will be Thanksgiving. Take a minute to digest that thought. You have three weeks to figure out what you’ll be serving, which dish you’ll be bringing to your family dinner, and whether or not it is worth it to brave Costco at the last minute to pick up up a party platter. I find myself thinking about everything involved with hosting Thanksgiving at the most inconvenient times. Yes rude driver, I probably did deserve to be honked at when the light turned green and I did not accelerate immediately. But no rude driver, I did not deserve to be yelled at for being on my phone when truth be told I was in deep thought about how much food is enough food, too little food, or just enough food. Yes, my stress-factor meter is on yellow alert and I’m sure next week it will be orange, and the week of Thanksgiving it will be a full-blown don’t-talk-to-me RED! You people who do most of the holiday cooking no exactly what I’m talking about! [click to continue…]