Yesterday was a no good, horrible, rotten day. My twins were perfect angels…well, except when the boy-child tried to argue with me about solstices and equinoxes…other than that, they were little cherubs. The Soldier was home early enough for us to eat dinner before heading out to the kids’ troop meetings. I was alive. So, why…
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Fruit and Grain Pumpkin Bread
Truth be told, I don’t like it when my husband likes anything of anyone else’s better than he likes mine. I don’t care if it’s a car, a dress, or a meal. If he’s fawning over how amazing it is, I’m probably looking for the closest bat to bash it with. This is how so…
Nutella and Almond Brioche: Cooking for Mom
Mother’s Day has snuck up on me faster than I’d like to admit, Friend. During a separation, your internal calendar tends to get a little out of whack. Holidays come and go in a flurry. So it is with this Mother’s Day. There are too many heartaches associated with Mother’s Day, for me, so I’ve…
Brioche: The Bread of All Breads (according to me)
Look at that. The brioche is sitting there like a cherubic little baby in its blanket. Is the most precious sight in the whole world, I tell ya. In my cookbook, I mention(in great detail I might add) how much I thoroughly enjoyed my first taste of authentic French brioche on a visit to Paris. Sitting at…
Country-Style Rye Bread
After many minutes of deliberation, I’ve decided: I’m delusional. It took some deep, personal reflection, some crocodile tears and backspins and a few slices of this rye bread to be sure; but, sure, I am. I’m delusional, I’m not ready to be an adult, and I’m giving up on maturity. I was commenting the other…
Banana Oatmeal Scones with Maple Glaze
Today kicks off what promises to be a pretty hard week for our family. As a military family, we’re faced with times like these more often than we care for, but it is a necessary evil. What isn’t a part of the life is undue stress, so when I’m looking down the barrel of a whole lotta poppycock (for…
Mallorca: Sense & Edibility’s Way
It wasn’t until I was engaged and going to meet my husband’s family, for the first time, that I had the privilege of visiting my mother’s homeland. It was on that inaugural visit to the island of Puerto Rico that I first tried a mallorca, which made me fall in love with the bread; the scenery and the…
Pretzels Worthy of Deutschland
‘Tis the start of a new year. I’ve already written “2016” when ending my date…four times…it’s only 10AM. I made zero resolutions this time around because I am the type of girl who starts a journal and writes in it for all of three days before getting bored; resolutions aren’t my thang. I’m pining today….
