Recipe failures and other disasters
The IK has been woefully quiet of late, and not for lack of interest.
It’s at times like this that I recall David Lebovitz, who writes of having a 40-post backlog. This must be a source of confidence, virtual money in the bank, as it were.
(It’s also a fine way for lesser mortals to beat themselves up at 3am, in the throes of migraine. But I doubt Lebovitz intended that when he wrote it.)
Yours truly has no such backlog. Well, pictures. I got plenty of pictures. Above, the view a few blocks from our home. Below, Peruvian aji amarillo sauce.
But a recipe miss, a migraine, a kitty-flea recurrence–one of these would be enough to derail regular posting. All three at once?
(Too much flour. Way too much flour.) (Also, flowers.)
Well, friends, here we are. Derailed. Or maybe not. Maybe you’ve clicked off to more content-laden pastures. Who could blame you?
(Result: gritty. “Dredge” does not mean “plaster.”)
Barring further minor mishap(s), the IK hopes to return with her usual brand of blunder, photography, and, yes, cooking, any day now. Meanwhile, the “featured image” and photo below depict the insufficient kitchen in high gear.
