The Pecan Sandy Experience

I have inherited many traits from my mother. Beyond our physical resemblance, I’ve also grown up to share her love of naps, Mexican food, and repeatedly singing out loud the two lines of whatever song is stuck in your head at the moment. The other thing we share is this notion that baking is a great way to fill an hour that hasn’t otherwise been committed to something else. I’m not sure I’d call it a “love” of baking. It’s more like a compulsion. Have bananas in the kitchen that are starting to turn brown? Better bake some bread with those bad boys.  Oh dear, that rhubarb isn’t going to last forever in the freezer. Better “crisp” it up! No cookies for work lunches next week? Get on it, woman. And, today, the pecans that I bought a few weeks ago screamed, “We’re not going to eat ourselves, you know!” … Continue reading…

Project 52.21 – Mom

Beautiful Mother

Mother’s Day is such an apt occasion to sing the praises of my mother, the woman who taught me the words to “Mairzy Doats” and who never lets on if she’s really, really tired of me asking her yet again to show me how she folds a fitted sheet (curse those stretchy corners!). In fact, Mom has opened my eyes to a lot of things over the years. Here are ten actual things I learned from my wonderful mother: “Shit fire and save the matches!” is most effective when yelled whilst slamming shut cupboards and acting just a teensy bit crazy, ensuring the other people in the room have no idea what you’re on about. Underwear is ironable. A ticker tape is a receipt. It’s OK to claim time and space as sacred, like the space in front of the TV during the time Jeopardy! is on. Sometimes hearing loss … Continue reading…