three bowls

Seriously, it saw the light and everything.  But at the last minute, a voice said "THERE ARE MORE ICE CREAM FLAVORS TO MAKE AND PUNISHING COOKATHONS TO ENDURE."  And it came back to life, gasping, a little disoriented, and with a different set of priorities.

In other words, in case you still somehow have this in your reader, or stroll on by at some point, after a three-month hiatus, I decided I am going to go back to do at least a little writing here, but things are going to be somewhat different.

I'm doing the NaNoWriMo this month and I've fallen behind this week, but a couple friends actually looked at this site recently and it reminded me I ought to get off the pot or...you know, like USE the pot or something.  So I'll put up this interim post and be back next month with some more Three Bowls action.

In the meantime, here are a few little bits of business:

In happier news, he did get his desired birthday meal: per his request, my mom treated him to hot dogs at CostCo.

If you are planning for a Thanksgiving Day menu, might I direct you to last year's Dessertaganza, with some ideas like Pecan Pumpkin Pie with Sweet Bay Ice Cream or Black Pepper Ice Cream with an Apple Polenta Cake (or, even better than what I made it with, a pear or plum tart) or how about also considering the Best Dessert I've Ever Made.

And if you are planning a vegetarian T-day, try this Cafe Flora Sausage recipe if you might want to create a vegetarian sausage stuffing. I made mine with all tofu as I hate tempeh. Also added a lot of black pepper, some extra garlic, some onion granules, thyme and boosted the other herbs.  DELICIOUS.

If you are in Seattle and a food lover, have you checked out my food events site Fresh-Picked Seattle?  That's sort of where every waking moment I have has been going in recent months.  I am nearly finished with some major structural changes that I plan to have live soon and really hope folks will find it a useful site for helping them find events and resources for any occasion or interest.

And if all that's not enough, here's a blurry photo essay of my trip home in May of the year.  It's not really that much about food, except in the sense that everyone's history plays at least some role in their grown-up food lives, even if it's just a jumping off point.  So here's a peek into my jumping-off point.  Picture quality is poor but guess what: there are lots of cat pictures, so have at it.