I don’t like doughnuts or pastries. Even the smell can turn my stomach. Strange? Of course I am! But I can point to a cold and rainy day in the summer of 1970 as we were driving through the Danish countryside. We stopped at a bakery for cocoa and a treat, and the warm, sweet, suffocating smell of pasteries overwhelmed me. End of story.
Easy to freeze
Kanelbullar – Swedish Cinnamon Rolls – Gluten Free
Fika is somewhat of a twice-daily Swedish institution. It can be compared to elevenses in the worlds of Winnie the Pooh, Paddington Bear, and Middle Earth. I’ve heard it said that in Sweden “fika isn’t just a coffee break, it’s a lifestyle”.
Loaded Lasagna
After my husband’s car accident, we were blessed by many wonderful meals delivered by friends.
Pasta Sauce
I do not claim any understanding of good Italian cooking. I’ve never been to Italy – although it is high on my bucket list – and I’ve never studied Italian cuisine (using a French word there is pretty strong evidence of my non-italophile training), but I do like a good pasta sauce.
Gluten Free Sandwich Bread
I love bread. Good bread. Don’t bother wasting my time with store-bought, wimpy, disgusting bread. I want it homemade!
Perfect Brown Rice
Brown rice is a staple in our family. It is such a great base for many foods, especially ethnic dishes. Just think of the curries, gumbos, teriyaki and stir fry dishes that taste best snuggled on a bed of brown rice.
Best Banana Bread
Contact. Affiliation. Connection. Relationship. Alliance. Association. NETWORKING . . . .
They all sound like corporate buzzwords, and as such, pretty annoying. But, sometimes networking is crucial to success. And makes life so much simpler. Here’s my example:
Living in a small town has its perks —
Farmers’ Market Soup
Contrary to popular belief, not all women like to shop. Some of us feel like pimply, awkward teenagers every time we walk into a mall, and our anxiety nearly blows through the roof. A trip to Macy’s can trigger hyperventilation (I love that word). But at least there is some order at Macy’s – black sweaters of every size hang on one rack. The next rack is a sea of bluejeans. I can handle that.
