We all know the three heavy hitters (aka ingredients for delicious) in the world of cooking are: salt, butter and garlic. Some may lobby for onions or shallots, but garlic will always remain superior in my book. The only downfall is peeling the papery skin off those little shits.
I’ve tried cutting off the ends of the cloves first.
I’ve tried running a knife down the middle to create a slit.
I’ve tried rubbing it off.
None of these techniques yield any merit worth sharing. However, putting a couple cloves in a can with a lid and shaking it 5 or 6 times does. If you don’t believe the photos below, try i for yourself.
My first Christmas card this year was from none other than my dearest friend, Kristen.
It’s the first Christmas card I ever made her; living proof of how incredibly awkward I am making friends, especially of the female species.
I was the new kid at school and I wanted to be liked.
Junior year, I laid on the floor of my room, took my time putting forth the best penmanship my twig-like fingers had to offer and was deliberate about making each card unique—so that this new group of girl friends would know my words were sincere and my heart genuine.
Ten years later, we’re still making each other Christmas cards.
My plot to make friends by being myself totally worked. Suckers!!
A few household staples, simple stuff for grilled cheese and tomato soup, and my favorite flowers:
Sounds lovely? Yeah, until I was reminded that I am growing old. As if my birthday at the end of the month wasn’t reminder enough. I was not carded for the bottles of wine. First time in six years! Ouch.
I’m hoping maybe last nights’ make up, I have yet to wash off, made the difference. Or maybe it’s my 1980s Levi jacket? Please let it be the jacket. Sigh.