All day long I go around writing in my head.
I construct grand entries
witty one liners
things that happened I want to remember
or I take a million photos of something to document later.
Then the kitchen needs cleaning
the dogs keep bringing me their toys to play fetch
hair needs washing
and I fall asleep, exhausted and feeling behind,
At least, that’s how I feel
until December rolls around.
December holds the key to self-redemption in the Blog Universe.
I can dump everything I wanted to write about
(but was too busy throwing slobbery, dirty Kongs around for our dogs to get to)
in a grand ‘look back’ entry
and no one will think twice about it.
people may hope that January will see a turn around the bend
and that I’ll post more often.
It’s nice in my head you know.
Lots of puppies and dandelions.
No alarm clocks, either.
Without further ado/procrastination
I present to you the things I did this year and didn’t write about:
I saw my family a lot
which a bit out of the ordinary.
I ended up eating Pappasitos more than should be allowed, though
so hanging out with the family has its downsides.
There are redeeming qualities:
like how they are not afraid to give you a really stupid look
when you ask a question that deserves it.
I also started taking a lot more photos this year.
Having a phone with a camera made for innumerable impromptu photoshoots
exponentially increasing documentation of cooking projects.
I can’t decide if having a camera on my phone is a good thing or a bad thing.
One part of me is glad that I’m documenting
the other sees it as lazy.
If I used the More Advanced Camera
my photos wouldn’t look so grainy and dark
but I am spoiled by the instant gratification of one-click shoot, upload, and post.
So, I’m split
but I will stop with the agonizing and post the damned photos.
Italian Creme cake for a surprise party in April or so.
I was obsessed with panna cotta in the spring and summer.
Thinking about it still makes my mouth water.
Breads also took over most of my brain.
I grew and killed a starter
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., and R.I.P..
After a period of mourning
I received the gift of mature starter.
Dead starters notwithstanding
breadmaking is going swimmingly.
This year I made the best cinnamon rolls I’ve ever had
and possibly the worst bread I’ve ever made
(that actually made it into the oven instead of the disposal).
It was terribly dry and dense.
I was not the only one that had a problem with this bread
so I felt a little bit better about wasting all that chocolate.
Both shots are pre-baking.
In my bread making mania
I also tackled croissants
(armed with the More Advanced Camera).
I can’t stop laughing at this picture:
If you know what is about to happen
then you can imagine the little pats of butter in there crowded together
Pull out a cookbook and find out the ending
’cause I’m leaving you with that cliffhanger.
They turned out alright but I will be revisiting croissants with a different recipe and better lighting.
One can only eat bread alone for so long
so it was fortunate that my other obsession this year was sandwiches.
Red wine braised skirt steak with peppers and cheese on ciabatta
Grilled guyere on rye with butternut squash soup
Pork shoulder with cabbage and jalapenos on cheater (purchased) bread
Roasted eggplant with tomato sauce, red peppers, and basil on sourdough
Roasted eggplant (again!) with mozzerella and pinenut-anchovy relish on ciabatta
of course there have been cakes almost every Monday:
I need to remember to never again employ whatever technique I used to decorate the top.
Not all the cakes turned out beautifully.
Some of them were too ugly to even photograph.
I’M LOOKING AT YOU, BOSTON CREAM PIE.
I am getting better at the frosting
so I need to keep pushing myself
no matter how frustrating.
Lest the stream of poorly lit cameraphone photos lead you to to think that I ignore my More Advanced Camera
I have photos to prove that I did haul it around every now and then.
Sometimes I had it with me in my kitchen:
Other times I toted it around town.
Caesar Salad Class with Carla Cardini:
Photography Workshop with Penny De Los Santos:
Actually, it was probably best if you didn’t follow the bus.
Unless you like doing U-turns.
One of the several trucks that took credit cards.
It was a grand year for food
in my house and about town.
Next year, I think it will be much the same at home
although I can’t say the same for what it will be like out the door.
In three months we’ll get word on if we move from Houston or not.
Medical school ruled our lives for the past five years
and I can hear residency stomping around the corner.
To make a short list:
we could move to Pennsylvania, New Jersey or West Virginia.
We could also stay right where we are.
Match Day is in March
and we’ll know at the same time as the rest of the U.S. where we will be spending the next three years of our life.
I hope those years will be filled with cakes, sandwiches, and fun things to learn, though.
It is comforting to know
that if good food is hard to come by in our new locale
I’ll just stay in and make it on my own.
And write about it