Macaronage Micromanagement

Researching the how-tos of making macarons was essentially a detailed illustration of my impending calamitous failures and a guide for my next of kin to begin the process of identifying features obscured by several layers of egg whites. Recipes included such helpful hints as: “Do not vary the measurements in the slightest, unless you craveContinue reading “Macaronage Micromanagement”

Bee Still My Heart

I’ve been stung three times by a bee. Once in the ear, once on the palm of my hand and once on my hip. Subsequently, if I see a yellow and black striped flying harpoon, I go against conventional wisdom and begin wildly flapping my arms like a far less elegant, far less coordinated voguer.Continue reading “Bee Still My Heart”

Toaster Crumpet

Three things come to mind when I think of Germans. Punctual. No nonsense. Bread snobs. I have the pleasure of being married to one who is none of the first, some of the second and all of the last. Oh, how I would dismiss his lamentations of this country’s destruction of the hallowed loaf, myContinue reading “Toaster Crumpet”

I Scream

Much like the ideal gas law, wherein pressure, P, is inversely proportional to volume, V, when temperature is constant, so to has my posting, P, been inversely proportional to the volume, V, of what has been produced in my kitchen, irrespective of days of constant, boiling temperatures this summer. (Oh how the not-so-inner nerd delightsContinue reading “I Scream”