Or is it good for several games?
Saw this chocolate board and chessmen when I visited NYC – Spring Break.
If you want one, they will make it for you, fresh!
8th Avenue at Jane Street, Greenwich Village
-but sometimes necessary. Started to make a long list of all the reasons leading to this desire and changed my mind.
You fill in the blank _______________________________________________
I’d been thinking about a grilled cheese sandwich for weeks.
7th Avenue South at Bleecker Street-
A late dinner after a long drive.
Thin NYC crust. Let the vacation begin.
Frozen in the moment. Still fresh, Magic.
I went back to an external hard drive and dug through archives
Looking for images that say fresh. I sure like to photograph my food. Scroll down for the fresh statue.
mixing up paint in with the food theme
The weekly photo challenge is fresh–
Laura sipping a NorthStar Shooting Star- Organic Carrot, Lemon and Ginger
Fresh Mango NYC
Remember Delores’ Fresh Cinnamon Rolls (and Key Lime Pie?) Apalachicola FL
Fresh Oatmeall and Banana and a Latte at Big Dog Coffee
Helen’s Fresh Salad St. George Island July 2014
Fresh Flowers NYC
Produce Boxes NYC
I received a text this afternoon, asking if I’d partner with a friend at cooking class tonight.
Something about March Madness and a sick friend – they couldn’t attend. I was happy to fill in, third string.
Sure, I said. I’ll go. She picked me up around 5:45 and off we went.
My friend Barb took her own canvas bag of supplies including a bottle of dishwashing liquid- heavy duty oven gloves. She even brought a garbage bowl.
We were all set, slicing and dicing and preparing the recipes just as Executive Sous Chef Stephen V instructed us.
There were tables throughout the high school culinary class, each filled with two teams of two.
Here is our instructor for the class. Chef Stephen also is an adjunct instructor at the Art Institute- Pittsburgh.
Chef Stephen Varela
Executive Sous Chef
Fox Chapel Golf Club
(I asked if it would be okay to take a few photographs and Chef Stephen consented. Thank you)
Barbara cut the pears for the salad. She added some Hearts of Palm as well.
Charred red pepper for the Pita Bread Individual Pizzas with Pesto or Hummus and a drizzle of Balsamic Glaze
The side salad
Mixed Spring Greens with diced pear, artichokes, and oven toasted croutons with a poppy seed dressing. I was able to bring some home in a contaner (yes, my friend was prepared with empty containers) for school lunch tomrrow.
Thanks for a fun evening Barb -on the right. Me in the Zagreb,Croatia apron.
And on the way out we peeked in next door to see the Crochet Class. At first I thought it was knitting. Everyone was so nice.
There’s been a lot of snow, ice and gray photos on the blog lately until today.
My dear friend has escaped the frigid north to sunny Florida for a vacation and
today she sent me some bright orange photos of an Orange Juice Processing Tour she’d been on just yesterday. WOW.
The weekly photo challenge is ORANGE. Perfect timing.
I invited her to be guest blogger for orange and then she sent me the Bird of Paradise flower.
She’s anonymous for now as no one needs to know she’s away and full photo credit can be posted upon her return home.
Thanks for the orange photos.
“The oranges are handpicked” “The oranges are very thin skinned because they are so juicy.” “Very Heavy”
“The marks on the oranges are from the ocean breeze making limbs brush across the fruit as it grows”
“Cutting a Honey Belle Orange” She says it is the “best tasting” A small family farm Al’s Family Farms®
First day of March and I’m a week
off but I’m blogging from my phone while sitting in the dark in my granddaughters room. Some of the family already headed out to a swim meet.
Here’s the vein of memory sparked by these photos – not for certain when Presidents Day started but will google.
My mother had a small cookie cuter in the shape of a hatchet.
Baked sugar cookies and the skinny dough hatchet handles would break off so easily.
She also made a pie like dessert with canned sour cherries and every so often you’d find a pit. I remember her stirring the juice on the stove with cornstarch to thicken, a crusty biscuit on top, baked.
This pie, a purchased one, reminded me of her efforts to celebrate Washington’s Birthday when I was growing up.
I’ve baked a chocolate log for Lincoln when the kids were small.
For this impromptu photo op, I pulled out the Presidents’ teapot J gave me and then remembered my parents George plate in the china cabinet.
The year mark (77-78) and I lived in Philadelphia while his dad was in Korea, my mom or dad would rock Mark in the big wooden rocker( it’s in his office now) and he’d look up at the blue plate on the wall and say “George” when you’d ask him “who’s that?”
A two hour delay again this morning.
For the first time in three years, I got breakfast from the cafeteria the other day. The “bagel” doughy and sweet but I was hungry.