10-Minute Roasted Beets with Balsamic Glaze: A Sweet Side Dish!
My kitchen counter just took a beating. Beet juice, that is. I was trying to peel a batch of these stubborn little earth gems, warm from the oven, and one …
My kitchen counter just took a beating. Beet juice, that is. I was trying to peel a batch of these stubborn little earth gems, warm from the oven, and one …
The other night, I swear I heard the smoke detector give a little whine of protest as I wrestled with the aluminum foil. Had some beets roasting, and I’d apparently …
The other morning, I nearly set the dish towel on fire. It was draped over the oven door, I had forgotten it was there, and a stray spark from the …
The kitchen counter is a disaster zone. Flour dusts everything, including the back of my hand which I just wiped across my brow. A sticky smear of jam is creeping …
Flour dust is a constant in this kitchen, a fine powder that settles on every surface. Today, it’s a thin grey blanket on the back burner. I swear, I just …
The last thing I remember is a green spatoola doing a swan dive right into the floor. It landed with a clatter that probably woke the dead, but the dog …
The spatula clanged against the side of the mixing bowl, a sound that usually meant I was about to dig in. But not today. Today, the batter was more like …
The red sauce splattered again. This time, it hit the ceiling fan blade and sent miniature droplets dancing across the kitchen. I just wiped my hands on my already-stained apron, …
The smell of onions hitting hot oil. A tiny puff of smoke that tickles your nose. You instinctively pull the pan back a millimeter. Dust motes dance in the single …
The steam practically coated the window above the stove, thick and cloudy, blurring the view of the neighbor’s overly manicured petunias. Ran a thumb across it, leaving a smear. There …