Seven quarts of peach pie filling and four jars of roasted tomato halves with salt and olive oil. Yippee!
That Heaven Is Like TV
Author Archives: Tata
Don’t Listen To My Replies
This volunteer squash won’t take no for an answer.
WHAT DOES IT WANT?
They Were the Devil’s Children
If A Picture Paints
Siobhan warns me not to overproof my breads and what do I do? Overproof! In the process, I learned that cookbook proofing times are twice what a baker should use in New Jersey in July and August. I get it! Fortunately, these are tender and the flavor is a knockout.
But there is more to learn! Do they freeze well? I do not know! Ask me in a week!
The Feeling That I Should Have
Art supplies I will mail to Supreme Court justices, congressmen and governors.
Ladies, we are calling on all of you to now INCORPORATE YOUR UTERUS! This is the answer to being recognized with the rights you deserve under the “Corporations of the United States.
I like a little smutty direct action. Care to join me?
Red Flame Light the Sky
The usual chaos, now in a variety of colors not found in Nature.
It’s Not That I Don’t Care Yo
A co-worker donated yarn for the blanket project and she is super nice to do that, even though the yarn is so fine I’m knitting four strands together to generate fabric, enthusiasm.
A Brave New World Unfurled Beneath
Nowhere do straight lines look more quirky than against the sky. The corners are practically satire.
Rendez Rendez Rendezvous
Eggplant slices, salted and now stashed in the fridge, awaiting frying and freezing.
In the Streets In the Town Of
Sweetpea sweetly snores.
While weeding my window box carrots, I pulled up these little thumbs, which Pete thinly sliced and tossed into tonight’s pasta.
Poor Impulse Control 