Some people don’t wake up well. Me, I’m not exactly the morning person I was in my youth. To be honest, it’s a habit. One that I must on some level really NOT want. Because I can barely drag my sorry butt out in time for the pretense of a shower let alone a nice jog or breakfast lately. But I digress, as always. For me, coffee making is an art. A lost art. I make a lousy cup of coffee. You can tell me it’s just a matter of measuring and such, but it’s a lie. I am tainted. It is impossible. Continue Reading ->

I’m not a slow adapter. I’m out there the minute it’s new and grabbing everything I can try. So naturally, these space-age oven mitts were all about me. Waterproof, heat-resistant enough to put your hand in 500 degree F boiling water!! What could be wrong with that? I got everyone a set. And then moved onto bakeware. But that’s another story.

Able to protect your hand from direct heat including charcoal, boiling water and hot oil – plus it’s dishwasher. Is there nothing this mitt can’t do?! Continue Reading ->

I have some newly married friends with a bigger kitchen than me, and way nicer pans. They’re all new (the pans, not the friends) and a little touchy (the friends, not the pans) about all this fancy new non-stick ware. God forbid you put a metal utensil near one. These are close personal amigos and they’ll take my beverage and toss me out the door for it. So investing in some new tools has become a hobby.

I have my issue with some of the silicon objects out there – mind you, this masher Continue Reading ->

I’m no stranger to paranoia. Having said that, some changes are hard to trust. Silicon bakeware being one of them. I admit to initial love-at-first-sight, but like many of those romances – well, we grew apart. During my “let’s buy everyone everything silicon for the holidays” binges I went crazy with bakeware. Bread, cake, cupcake pans – what? I’m supposed to still say “tins?” I bought them all. My mother bakes a lot. Her face when she opened the box was the first clue to disaster. These mushy things? Continue Reading ->

Real mature, no? And that’s only fair people, it’s a COOKIE. And cookies should be fun. Even if you’re not ten. After years of holiday baking and crafting anatomically correct reindeer, I decided that shaped cookies need to break out of their token time periods. Now, I make dog biscuit shaped cookies for people in June. Mangled wee ginger people whenever I darn well want to. Plus, the world it seems is catching up with me. Yes, yes, cupcakes are queen now. I get it. But when it passes the cookie will still be here. Waiting its turn. Continue Reading ->