Hot pockets??? (Tuesdays with Dorie BWJ: Savory Brioche Pockets)

Confession: Sometimes, I just don't pay attention to things.

Confession: When I say "sometimes", I really mean "more often than sometimes".

It's a known flaw in my operating system.

Food Revolution Day (French Fridays with Dorie: Strawberry Goat Cheese Salad) #FRD2013

When Mardi first suggested the idea of the Food Revolution Day & merging it with one of our group's French Fridays, I was very intrigued by the premise of the program: getting back to real food.

Here is what was posted on the FFWD site: "Food Revolution Day is a chance for people all over the world to come together and stand up for good food and essential cooking skills. It’s a chance for people to come together in homes, schools, workplaces and communities to cook and share their kitchen skills, food knowledge and resources. Food Revolution Day is a global day of action to raise awareness about the importance of good food and better food education for everyone.

The theme for this year’s Food Revolution Day is “Cook it. Share it.” – something all of us here at French Fridays with Dorie are passionate about already!"

Identity Crisis (French Fridays with Dorie: Coupetade)

This week's French Fridays with Dorie recipe seems to be suffering a major case of identity crisis.

Young Cher definitely suffered multiple cases of identity crisis.

Yep, identity crisis is one thing I sure can understand.

 

Oh no she didn't... (Tuesdays with Dorie BwJ: Fresh Rhubarb Upside Down Skillet Cake)

There are times that I feel like I owe my children a huge apology for some of the foods I make them try.

And that I have no right to feel indignant about the canned beets or liver and onions that I had to eat as a child.

Are tofu and tempeh any better on the weird scale? Spelt berries and kale?

Although, I do think my kids actually LIKE tofu. For real.

For one (French Fridays with Dorie: Creamy Mushrooms & Eggs)

Sunday mornings.

There is something very sacred to me about those first few hours of Sunday.

By Sunday morning, usually all the hustle and bustle of Saturday has been tucked away and is relegated to memory.

Any major chores for the day are still a couple of hours away.

One of my favorite things to do on a Sunday morning is to get up a couple of hours before the rest of the house, brew a pot of coffee and just enjoy the calm.

Not only is the house quiet, but a sense of calm pervades the whole neighborhood.

There are no kids on bikes calling after each other, no lawn mowers (or snow blowers) running, the neighbors kitty-corner haven't started yelling at each other yet...