My hair iced up on my five-block walk to work yesterday and my contact lens fluttered one blink away from freezing to my eyeball. We're veterans of Wisconsin's January chill, but even we had to pause a minute last night (in front of our open oven door) to thaw out. Safely home from work and [...]
Tag: cooking
Ode to our Thanksgiving bird
'T was the day before Thanksgiving and all through our place Molly stood stirring at a furious pace. The dough was all kneaded, risen and baked Nuts roasted warmly, lemon rind flaked. The turkey sat frozen, too fat for the pan. We hauled out our annual improvised plan. Then Molly in her apron, and I [...]