This week has been a bear. We’ve dealt with illnesses, doing taxes, more illnesses, a lot of driving to places we didn’t really feel like going, and just general displeasure in our household. So it’s Friday, and I look back on the week and I see that I only actually cooked two times. Pretty miserable week, if you ask me. But this beef and mushroom stew? No, that’s not miserable. That’s quite homey, actually.
Do you need a tropical vacation? I sure do. Luckily, it’s only one month and one day until my husband and I go to Jamaica for our long-awaited “honeymoon” (aka our one-year anniversary). But I needed a little tropical pick-me-up, and these muffins did the trick. I look forward to experimenting with additions to these, perhaps adding blueberries, pineapple, even chocolate chips!
Have I ever mentioned the remarkable similarity between the infamous Simon’s Cat and Crouton? I think I did on the “Who is Crouton?” page, but every time a new video is released, it reminds me how eerie it is.
Crouton thinks she rules the house. So does David. This sometimes creates a problem.
So, they occasionally have stand-offs, like last Friday night.
They begin by staring at each other. Crouton is an excellent starer.
I actually can’t handle when she stares at me because it means there’s a good chance she’s about to attack my face.
“Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.” – Ben Franklin
Ahh, the seminal quote by the elder Philadelphia statesman that has been championed by college students and weekend alcoholics (like myself) for generations. Just reading it, you can picture old Ben standing there with a tankard ale and his bifocals playing flip cup and doing beer bongs. Erroneous! Erroneous on both accounts!!
In my last post, I shared a recipe for spicy oyster pasta. That was, in fact, the first time I had ever cooked with oysters. As I believe I explained, the magazine is running a spread on oyster recipes in our August foodie issue, so it was up to me to create, make, and photograph these bivalves in a number of ways.
Whenever I come home from the grocery store, you can bet Crouton is waiting for me in the kitchen, ready to “help” unload the bags. From what I’ve seen, there are two reasons for this. One, she knows that I’ll probably be leaving the refrigerator door open, so she can go foraging for food. Like this: