Secret confession. My favourite food is "the egg". The simpler the better. With salt. But to provide a very bad metaphor [or is it simile] like the egg, life is sometimes stupidly hard-boiled, or gloriously over easy.
Easy - like say, the Reid family chocolate cake recipe. Given to me by my other mother in law, the first. It is "In my sleep" easy. No brainer. Winner every time. Cupcakes, sheet cake, or layer. Easy.
Hard, like contemplating the next 12 months. What next...what will befall us?
Easy - like say, New Year's dinner. Filet mignon (tournedos); with from the box couscous, and artichokes hearts and steamed spinach.
Random Food Thought - "bifteck en beurre" a la Julia Child is detailed, but not complicated. You should have seen the butcher when I asked for a big hunk of fat to wrap those babies in. His eyes LIT up. So, begs the question, why if this book "transformed" America, are there no beet recipes in this tome?? Beets, a staple root of the North American kitchen since the first folks got kicked off the boat onto the shores of the St. Lawrence somewhere. But there is one, using the crappy canned variety which she then adds to the much loftier vegetable, the potato, in what could only be described as a pink-ish mish mash sounding salad. Frankly, Yuck. I feel myself catapulted backwards to 1965....in need of a boofy hairdo and a martini sloshing around.
Random Literary Thought - discussing "doing women things" a la Carol Shields with Michael - as husband is currently wrestling with essay on same and her short stories. Feminist, innovator, and yet, she who also wrote that dreck about the woman murdered in the grain silo - Swann.
Easy - to love the snow that finally has arrived, in a fine powdered-sugar like way, sprinkled from the slightly marred and tarnished antique dispenser handed down from Nana
Kate - aka Auntie Cake