1. The (unfortunately) blogless Garlic Queen, who is a jazz crocheter—no patterns, ever—gave me the following yesterday when we met for lunch and to discuss evil plans.
2. As I was rummaging around in the bowels of our cabinets to unearth the mini food processor Mitch scored at the bank (when Mitch goes to the bank they give him things; when I go, they tell me how I’ve gone wrong completing my deposit slips) I noticed a number of wedding gifts we received. The year we married, we received a surplus of waffle makers and chip-n-dips. And, an entire set for six of Brazilian fejoada dishes. (I dare you to beat that in the weird wedding gift category.)
We also received many wonderful items we’ve worn out, used up or keep in storage in case we ever entertain like grownups.
One of the most enduring and most useful gifts came from my ex-sister-in-law’s family—the stick blender. Still works and is a revelation when making pureed soups or sauces.
Just thought I’d throw it out there: What was your most useful wedding gift? And, if you can top the fejoada dishes for weirdness, I might throw in a fibery prize.
3. Back to the mini food processor. Used it last night to make a parsley-caper pesto. I thought it was divine. Mitch, not so much.
4. Speaking of cooking, tonight I'm taking a knife skills class at our new neighborhood cooking school. Watch out, baby. You'll eat your parsley pesto and learn to like it!