The testing of new recipes has been rather sparse around here lately.
The kitchen hasn't been a total wasteland though. I paused to admire thirteen perfect bay leaves. Today, I made a roast. And yesterday, I made tortilla soup and a cake for mom's birthday...
...topped with dark chocolate truffles that looked very much like breasts, what with the wee little nipples and all. I fished them out of bags of good stuff destined for stuffing our Christmas stockings and I used them to decorate the top of what was otherwise a rather boring-looking chocolate cake. The layers were filled with half a jar of my red currant jelly -- I needed something rather fancy for the top. As the cake was being sliced I said I had more truffles if anyone wanted one but didn't get one with their wedge of cake. "Oh no," my mother assured us earnestly as she licked frosting off one finger. "I gave a teet to everyone."
So, I have been cooking here and there but really now, I ask you, how can a person such as myself get much of anything blog-worthy done with a pup like this in the house?
chasing her tail:
Surely you agree with me that wrestling on the floor takes precedence over seeking out new recipes online and digging through cookbooks. I'm sure I'll emerge from the smitten stage at some point, but for now looky:
For the record, I did not throw snow in the dog's face just so I could take a funny photo of her, but those who know me well will know I'm lying.



















