I've almost finished a memoir essay I'm submitting to a contest ( Read more... )

I made nine dozen cookies tonight.


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Jo had a junk drawer post, and I took pictures of my junk drawers, which aren't sooooooo bad.

But I wanted to show you one of them right here because I saw something funny that I hardly ever notice anymore.


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I just set my oven on fire.

I was broiling lobster tails (which are back in the oven and we're going to eat, gdi, because EXPENSIVE)

But, guys.

Fire.

I set the motherfucking oven on FIRE.

Guys, wine cookies are in the oven (these are THE BEST COOKIES ON THE FACE OF THE PLANET, and I've never met a person who wasn't a Mariani who thought so (whoa, it was so weird typing out my old last name!) which means, THEY ARE ALL FOR ME!!), Love Actually is playing and CHRISTMAS IS FUCKING ON ( Read more... )

That holiday where I'm expected to make an entire turkey, a GABILLION sides, and several homemade desserts? That holiday I've ignored for the three years since I've had my own family b/c it scares me so much ( Read more... )

Damn, I am so tired and the house is wrecked and I've got a party in a few hours. Oy ( Read more... )

I know that I have star-pasta in this house somewhere. I'm 90 percent sure I removed it over the weekend to make pastina and I decided not to when Carlos went out to get Wonton soup, instead ( Read more... )

I'm a novice cook, at best. One of my hardest battles is the freaking salt, I kid you not. No matter how much salt I *think* I put into the meal, it's not enough. It's barely enough for me, but certainly not enough for my husband, who likes his meals ~*seasoned*~ perfectly, kwim ( Read more... )

Protip:

Putting an apron on AFTER you've splattered your silk skirt with oil is useless.

ETA: Someone get me out of the kitchen, good God.


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