Slow Cooker Lemon Garlic Chicken

With thighs nestled gently into the bottom of the crock pot. I didn’t include the word “nestled” to be all kitchen showy. That’s exactly what the recipe says to do – nestle the chicken thighs. So, as I slowly rocked each thigh into place, I asked if it wanted to hold its wubby and then gently sang twenty minutes of “Hush Thee My Rowan.”

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Your Sunday Sinatra: “I Cover The Waterfront”

Sinatra’s pass of “I Cover the Waterfront” sparkles with the lush, swelling strings that were a hallmark of conductor Jenkins. No reason I can find for why Sinatra skips the first verse and bolts straight for the chorus, but the track certainly doesn’t seem to want for anything more.

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Red Velvet Swirl Brownies or “THE WORST DAMN JOB IN HOLLYWOOD”

I truly thought taking the blame was part of my job. I worried that the rest of my career would be this unsatisfying, this degrading. Whenever I saw Dixie Carter on television, I wanted to hang myself.

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French Pork Pies (Tourtières) OR “Keep on Looking Busy for the Love of TV”

In a large saucepan, mix together the ground pork, cloves, cinnamon, onion, salt, celery, bay leaf and water. Simmer over medium-low heat for about 3 hours, or until the water has evaporated. If need be, add additional water in 1/4 cup increments.  Remove from the heat and discard the bay leaf.

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Martha Stewart’s Chocolate Crackle Cookies OR “If You’re Wimpy and You Know It, Clap Your Hands”

I’m a wimp and I’m ok! I no longer have anxiety over it. Meditation and has freed me from it. Meditation and the little blue pill I have to take every morning. So what if I run from danger? Lots of people do that. Don’t ask me who right now because I can only think of C-3PO, and he’s not actually a person.

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