There’s something to be said for mindfulness, I’m sure. Of course, I say I am sure, but I am about as sure as an arachnophobe averting their eyes from someone’s prized pet tarantula and saying, “I’m sure it’s a lovely, friendly pet. You must really enjoy its company.”
I dreamed, woke up, and wrote this down. It seemed worth remembering.
A dish from Sergey's childhood. My mother in law taught us how to make them at home. We haven't practiced enough to be confident, but we have it down for when we're ready to try.
Every now and then I get an overwhelming craving for bread. Nice, sweet, fluffy, devourable bread. This is the first recipe I came across, and it works well. Freezes nicely too, but always slice it up first!
For a long time I bought my marinara sauces. At a certain point I started wondering how hard it was to make my own. While I'm not ready to grow my own tomatoes, I found it's not that hard to start with a can of crushed tomatoes and go from there.