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It’s Saturday night. The kids are asleep. Joe’s asleep. The dogs are asleep. I can’t sleep. I’m turning on the TV. First stop: Roseanne… the domestic goddess. Funny, but no. Second stop: Iron Chef. What’s the secret ingredient? The smoke is flowing on the stage. The majestic music crescendos. What could it be? Shark Fin? [...]

On Sunday morning, Mom came to babysit, and I headed to school. It was the big day! Class, then meeting, then winetasting class with midterm presentations. Whew! Class was fun.  The topic: pizza and designer pasta. Pizzas… (one trick: don’t cook your sauce. It will cook on the crust raw, cook it ahead and  it [...]

8/27/04 The Midterm “We’re waiting with bated breath”, is how Ellen described (several weeks ago) how it felt to wait for the results of my midterm exam.  I’m sorry.  Things have been somewhat chaotic here. It’s so funny. When you’re in the middle of spring and your kids are in elementary school, you can’t wait [...]

I brought my laptop to Tahoe. For six days it sat on the counter, and I’ve been trying to remember why I brought it. There’s no internet access here on the north shore of one of the most beautiful lakes in the world. What the hell did I lug this thing up here for? I [...]

Wow. The last month has been intense. I have three saved drafts in my e-mail folder that either suck, or I just couldn’t finish because I was too busy. This may be number four since the girls are in the den calling each other names. Nothing says ‘let’s talk about food’ like the ambient noise [...]

What a day. I spent last night trying to convince my brother-in-law to flee Tampa and head inland to Orlando. He was steadfast in his resolve to ride out Hurricane Charley in Tampa. I awoke to the horror of Charley being upgraded to a Category 4 hurricane. All I could see were the ruins left [...]

Wow! I feel like I am so far behind. And the truth is, I am. Not just in my cooking school journal, my class assignments, my own recipe-testing but in my life.  You should see the laundry pile, and Hannah’s closet, and my fridge, and my pantry, and the half-demolished guest bathroom and the list [...]