My latest obsession

My mother lived with me for the last several months before she died.  I was working full time and adchef agency life is not 9 – 5.  Not even close, in fact, it’s more like 12 and 14-hour days and lots of weekends.

So a colleague of mine kept insisting I get two things she swore would change my life:  A George Foreman Grill and a slow cooker (not what you thought I was going to say, is it?)  I was skeptical but she refused to let up and eventually I caved and bought both.

Bless you Sharon, you were right.

You see it was never just my mother and me I was cooking for.  I Continue reading

Day 188. Soup’s On

I woke up yesterday morning with a craving.  For soup.  Really not surprising, given all the snow and cold weather.  Of course by yesterday, the storm had passed; chefand I woke up to clear, sunny skies.

But it was still soup weather, as far as I was concerned.  And what I hankered for was not out of a can.  Not ‘dust’, from a just-add-water-and-stir box.  Not store made.  I wanted home made soup.  Specifically, my mother’s chicken soup.  She made THE best chicken soup.

Which meant a trip to the grocery store was in my immediate future.  I looked outside and everything seemed to be all right.  At least as much as I could see from fifteen floors up.  So I fed the cats, had breakfast, read the paper, took a shower, emptied litter boxes; and waited to see if the urge would pass.  It didn’t.

So I made a list of all the ingredients I’d need, and got dressed.  And dicked around for a while.  Much as I wanted the soup, I was in no rush to leave the warmth and comfort of my abode.  But then I spoke to a friend and committed myself.   Continue reading

Day 41. Changing Seasons

We’ve had one of the hottest summers I can remember.  Hardly any rain.  Temperatures most days in the mid 30s (mid 90s Farenheit).  And with the humidity it felt more like the mid forties.  Day after day after day.  I am not a fan of cold weather, but even I found the heat almost unbearable.

I was thirsty, more than hungry.  And when I did want food, all I really wanted was fruit.  Berries, of every description alone, or with yoghurt, cereal or tossed in a salad.  Peaches, nectarines and plums that were ripe, juicy and not too sweet.  Grapefruit and orange segments, mixed with lime juice and a drop of honey.  Honey dew, cantaloup and watermelon, enjoyed by themselves or added to other ingredients to become lovely, light and refreshing meals.  Cubes of watermelon, feta, kalamata olives, lime juice and fresh mint, for example.  I was eating it by the bowlful.

And then there were the frozen pink lemonade bars I found at Whole foods, that quickly became an addiction.  Very low in calories, they’re tart, cold and the perfect antidote to blazing hot temperatures.  I couldn’t get enough Continue reading