Practice, Practice, Practice

  I’m pretty sure I’m suffering a mild case of early-onset strata anxiety. All the signs are present: shortness of breath, heart palpitations and insomnia. Saturday morning, 40 or so bridal shower attendees will be at my doorstep expecting brunch – and I’m so afraid I’m going to disappoint. After all, I’m one woman with one oven with one…
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Is It Saturday Yet?

It’s Sunday evening, and suddenly I’m paralyzed with anxiety about next Saturday’s shower. My shower earlier this month was a success and I contribute that success largely due to the fact that my mom was on standby for mishaps. With her as my assistant, I could be a congenial host. This Saturday is another story. I’m expecting double…
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Commoner Blueberry Buttermilk Mini Muffins Part II

Hindsight 20/20, I would have remembered my grandma’s muffin wisdom from when I was a girl in her kitchen: don’t overmix the batter. I failed to remember this golden rule of muffinry at 3 a.m. Royal Wedding morning. Martha’s recipe failed to mention this trick. I’ll assume she assumed everybody already knew to keep mixing to an absolute…
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Commoner Blueberry Buttermilk Mini Muffins

Happy Royal Wedding Day! Unfortunately, commoners don’t get an invite to the Royal Wedding. Instead, commoners get to wake up at 3 a.m. and watch in their pajamas. And bake muffins. I know scones would be more apropos for the Royal festivities. However, these muffins aren’t for the benefit of Will and Kate. The muffins…
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Not-so-pleasant Pheasant

  Consider this my official SOS to anyone who has successfully mastered the art of preparing pheasant. Yep, that’s pheasant on that plate alright.  Not petrified wood. Not what I scooped out of the yard once the snow melted. It’s pheasant. Chicken of the prairie, harvested by my husband. My husband is an avid hunter…
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