Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Baking requires time, patience, and especially attention. The latter is the one I did not supply during this project, which is why there is literally blood, sweat and tears in this dessert. I sliced off almost the entire tips of my left index finger while cutting up strawberries. At least the dessert was a success.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
I know I haven't written in... a long time. But let's get back on track, shall we?
This jar of jam just jiggles and jives will all that is fresh and fruity. I myself have never been partial to strawberry jam, but once Matthew and I brought this home from the Durham Farmer's Market, it was clear why it's good to buy local. Usually, the strawberry jam you get from the grocery store has large lumps of flaccid berries in it - much like biting into a sugary tongue. Not too appetizing for me. But the strawberry jam from Bonlee Grown Farm in North Carolina is much more refined, less sugary than most, and tastes as fresh as if you bit into the strawberry as soon as you picked it. Amazing. To get this local jam, call the number on the cap, get your favorite crusty bread toasted and waiting, and enjoy.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Yeah, those are books. I'm going to be doing things like this. And getting paid for it. Ahh... life has a funny way of working out sometimes, doesn't it? Who knew I'd get to sell things I love, dream up how I'd like to create a space, and then actually do it? Only two and a half more weeks until it's real...