Isn't it self explanatory?
I'm an Eastern European mutt, descended from grandparents and great grandparents who were born in the tiny, border shifting villages of Romania, Russia, and Poland. At some point, my ancestors may have been Ukranian, or Hungarian, or Bulgarian. We have no records that far back, but considering the politics and the fluid borders of that… Continue reading Pierogi
True facts about the Florentine... ~ There's a bakery down the road from here that makes florentines as big as your open hand. No really. If you're in the neighborhood, you must go get two; one for now and one for later. ~ The genesis of my dream florentine is oranges. Some people make florentines… Continue reading Florentines
Tonga. It's a land of complete mystery to me. All I knew before the My Kitchen My World group selected it as our next culinary destination was that it's Polynesian. An archipelago of tropical islands sprinkled out somewhere in the vicinity of Fiji (about which I know very little as well, though it features in… Continue reading Tongan coconut quick bread
A few Octobers ago, we went to Scotland, and I think that trip changed H's life forever. Before that trip, she had no particular affinity for the country, aside from knowing it was where J. K. Rowling lives and wrote the books that H adored, devoured, memorized, and essentially dwelt in for several years of… Continue reading A wee bowl of Scotland
