It seems that even when I’m only packing for a month (and to go to one of my favorite places in all of the earth, at that), I still can only get the job done late at night and with the aid of shmoopy, transition-themed music.
Sorry I’ve been missing from the internet, guys. I’ve been busy bustling around getting ready to go to France to wrangle a bunch of teenagers. This has included four 15-hour days of training workshops in a row, and lots of overwhelming information being stuffed into my brain. I’m exhausted, but getting more and more excited to meet my students and go traveling again. I’ve also been listening to a lot of Edith Piaf to help sandblast all the nerve jangles out of me and to get me all lovey-feeling towards la patrie again. This song is particularly effective.
Where are the buttercentric blogs? Why aren’t we all talking about butter? Have you ever had butter? For God’s sake, butter is the most delicious thing on the planet. Why isn’t there a blog called butter butter butter? It’d just be about cooking with butter, so it would be delicious AND cover a lot of ground — sweet and salty, vegetarian (sorry vegans, you’re left out, AGAIN, I need to blog more vegan recipes. *respect*) and steak-inclusive, base of caramel and base of buffalo sauce.
People who use margarine and Molly McButter and spray on I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter make me so sad. Those things are not butter.
I cooked a steak in nothing but butter, salt, and pepper last week. It was delicious, as will be the fresh baguette with chunky-with-sea-salt butter I will be eating every morning once I get back inside the most pro-butter of the nations, la douce France.
Trying to remember the name of a children’s picture book, possibly about cooking? Or the kitchen anyway. Black and white drawings, the cover was a sort of olive green with a stylized yellow line drawing (an illustration from the book, I think) overlaid on it. The edition I had was paperback, 8.5x11.