Sour cream. It's what's in my fridge. It's the only thing in my fridge. And you know why I can't touch it ( Read more... )

I melted and mixed something up for you.

A veritable spate of cookery transpiring chez spacecolonspace cette semaine. Departing friends, arriving friends. We celebrate them all with food.

In fact, I was so caught up in my good natured gastronomy that I burned my own supper. Crispy, but not carcinogenic. Luckily, I gave up this sort of thing a while ago. ( ( Read more... )

I spend my Saturday mornings watching cooking programs on PBS. It's not often that I whip up a gourmet meal (although I am having some tasty corn chowder tonight), but I do like to learn about ingredients, proper pronunciation, and technique. After all, I can chop any odd-shaped vegetable and still keep all 10 fingers. *waves at you ( Read more... )

I had heard that milk and cookies before bedtime could help with a sleepless night, but this morning it felt like I had been on an icy cold, chewy bender ( Read more... )

I do believe that I didn't cut the X quite deeply enough into my dinner rolls ( Read more... )