Culinary whimsy

Look, it’s been ages since I’ve blogged. There are a lot of good reasons for that (which we’ll get to in a minute), but perhaps I needed something really inspirational and delightful to nudge me back into it. Cue Christopher Boffoli via Mental Floss:

What a delight, right? Nothing I make has ever been quite this striking or fun, but hopefully it can serve as inspiration. At the very least, it got me to post something, right?

So let’s see — what the heck kind of food updates do I have? Well, the thing is, they’re sort of life updates. See, I started a new job in July, and the fast pace plus quick transition turnaround has just kind of sapped a lot of my blogging energy. But another big positive life change is that we’ve finally gotten to a point where we cook at home more often than not, plus I bring lunches to work more often. Both of which mean that each cooking project is that less shocking/fantastic/anomalous, so they don’t all feel post-worthy and I couldn’t possibly keep up by blogging about everything I make. Quite a victory in and of itself!

Hopefully I’ll get back to posting at least some of the more victorious or special or beautiful eats, though. The Colts are down Peyton Manning this year, so we’re not quite in full-on NFL Fan Mode with decorated cakes and whatnot, but we’re spending the holidays at home so I plan to cook up a photogenic storm then.

Merry Deathmas!

My dear husband is sometimes bashful about the discrepancy between his normal, everyday, hipster-geek-gamer-developer closet, and his going home, visiting family wardrobe. (For example, he’ll take out his signature brushed steel and orange enamel hoop earrings when we dine with my father.) But his moms are used to his vast array of different skull shirts by now.

So I was pretty damn tickled when, as we sat down to fancy Christmas dinner chez his more formal stepmother, this was the butter dish that confronted us. (I’m actually pretty disappointed that I’m the one who noticed this and called it out, instead of letting him or someone else pipe up when they saw Skully McCenterpiece! Sigh, curse my knee-jerk enthusiasm.)

So you can imagine I was also tickled when, at brunch a few days later, this was the platter of Christmas Butter that awaited us. (Turns out the story is that they were left over from Halloween — don’t worry, stored in an air-tight container and all that.)