Recipe: Cranberry-Citrus Biscotti with Toasted Almonds

January 28, 2012 § 5 Comments

This whole recipe came about because of a bad egg. Two, actually. It’s the first time I’ve had eggs from my supplier go bad on me and for two going off at once, my baking ego needed a little boost. Those two eggs were two of the very few that I didn’t first crack into a bowl to check just in case they were off. Of all the eggs, those two. Two batches of baked goods completely wasted because I was rushing.


Cranberry-Citrus Biscotti with Toasted Almonds

The net result of it was that I had only two eggs left, and only small amounts of other ingredients and I still wanted to bake. So I started throwing these together, for what purpose I’m not really sure originally. As it was all coming together I realized that I was probably making biscotti. A quick series of notes on a post-it later and I had a skeleton of ideas that birthed the last of this recipe into what you see here. « Read the rest of this entry »


It’s This Puff Pastry Obsession

January 16, 2012 § 5 Comments

Or maybe it’s the fresh ingredients from the market. I still am not sure. The roasted tomatoes in oil? Outstanding. The fresh mushrooms from the mushroom lady at the market? The leeks from Noah at the market? Regardless, this has to be one of my favorite “What are we eating?” meals pulled together at the last minute. Triple-cream brie with wild mushrooms to top it all off. That, some wine, and a shoot-em-up movie make for an outstanding end to the weekend. Enjoy.

mushroom tart

Mushroom, Leek, and Roasted Tomato Tart with Triple-Cream Wild-Mushroom Brie

My Writer’s Helper

January 10, 2012 § 1 Comment

When I work from home, I start my day with meditation and coffee before I start writing. My writer’s helper, on the other hand, starts with a nip of dirt-filtered bonsai water. This is apparently a step above soapy, post-shower water, but somewhat below the “mommy soup” water from when I’m in the tub.


Leelu Dallas Multipass getting a drink from Sifu's bonsai.

Starting the New Year with New Possibilities

January 2, 2012 § 2 Comments

During the 2011 holiday shopping season, I stumbled upon a painting that I was certain I needed. Immediately. For a Little Dutch Girl, the idea of spending money on a painting was frightening and somewhat foolhardy. I did not buy that painting. Instead, I spent the rest of my holiday shopping thinking about it every day. I thought about how it made me feel, how it changed my thoughts, and how it made me want to try things new, even scary things.



I bought the painting immediately after the holidays, reasoning that if I’d thought about it that long and actually had the money to buy it, then maybe there was something there I needed to explore. The painting itself is not a shining example in the art world. It’s raw in places. But that’s much like me and my life. This says to me “Be happy. Create. Make mistakes. Laugh. Enjoy.” That’s my plan for the new year.

Happy Holidays, everyone.

Braised Shortribs with Butternut Squash in a Tagine

December 27, 2011 § 2 Comments

shortribs tagine

Braised Shortbribs with Butternut Squash in a Tagine

I borrowed a tagine from my wonderful chiropractor, Dr. Christophe Dean, at Dean Chiropractic in Berkley, MI. It may take a little getting used to using it though.

Red pepper gnocchi with bacon, caramelized onions, and rosemary

December 24, 2011 § Leave a comment

Proof that I’m still alive and cooking:


Red Pepper Gnocchi

All the ingredients were purchased at the Royal Oak Michigan Farmer’s Market. The pottery bowl was purchased from Firehorse Pottery on Etsy.

When I die I want none of my dishes to match

December 13, 2011 § Leave a comment


When I die
I want none of my dishes to match.
I want a collage of Leopard Shino,
Pompeian Ash, and Copper Earth
to festoon my kitchen with abandon,
left in the last place I used it.
And when someone comes and says
“what shall we do with all of this”
I want each piece
to be held and stroked and touched
and then taken home
as I did when I first discovered it
calling my name
fresh from the potter’s hands.