new favorite ingredient

When I was young, my favorite ingredient was sugar. "More sugar, Mom!" I'd say, until our cookies ended up as caramelized pancakes... which surprisingly, my dad and brother still love. Then I liked basil and oregano for their usefulness, as I perceived, in everything. I think I even went through a salt phase when I was looking for lo-cal foods... thinking that salt would satisfy my need for junk.

More recently though, I overcame my rosemary kick, my mustard seed kick, and I am happy to say that I am almost over my cilantro phase... it looks like my new favorite ingredient Marsala wine, not to be mistaken with masala, which was a phase concurrent with my cilantro phase...

I made some crazy spicy ground beef and mushrooms, with garlic, ginger, tai green peppers, basil, and a little of everything else from my cupboard... however, when I added the Marsala--- well it nearly brought me to tears. not that the mixture made any sense on my tongue, but just the discovery of this phenomenal ingredient was.... was...
like finding my lost twin sister, making my favorite food that I had never known about, wearing a perfume that reminded me of all of my kinfolk- on a beach..... In the spring... I think that there may have been doves...

Anyway, if you have any good Marsala wine recipes, let me know!

I have to remember not to respond to my friend’s blogs after having a drink. In part, of course, because I have not been writing in my own blog.

;o)

I'm getting into John Irving novels, thanks to a recommendation from A. They are a fast read, and no matter how many pages I get through before bed, there is always a little humor, sex and ridiculousness.

I think the Olympics is the greatest concentration of beautiful people. Screw the fake boobs of L.A. and the fake blonds of Tucson, and the intimidating minds of the ivy leagues. If I didn't already have a man I'd be all over getting to the Olympics! Maybe I could take up curling.

I have to remember not to respond to my friend’s blogs after having a drink. In part, of course, because I have not been writing in my own blog.

;o)

I'm getting into John Irving novels, thanks to a recommendation from A. They are a fast read, and no matter how many pages I get through before bed, there is always a little humor, sex and ridiculousness.

I think the Olympics is the greatest concentration of beautiful people. Screw the fake boobs of L.A. and the fake blonds of Tucson, and the intimidating minds of the ivy leagues. If I didn't already have a man I'd be all over getting to the Olympics! Maybe I could take up curling.