When I was a kid, my mother was the bread-winner in the family. My dad was battle a drug addiction problem so he wasn’t exactly present despite being right in front of us. My mother worked long hours and even though she did cook a lot from scratch, she had her moments when oven was best. One of my favorite things was the frozen pot pies. I didn’t really know then how not-so-good those little doozies were. But, they were comfort food. [Read more…]
It’s that time of year when all I want is comfort food. And my camera. And for it to stop being so freaking cold. And to find my yumeating photos for my recipes.
I don’t ask for too much, do I?
Since moving, my life has been nothing more than living out of boxes. It seems like a get a box or two taken care of and five more appear in their place. What makes me laugh is that I don’t really have that much stuff; I just keep moving things around and making new piles. [Read more…]