My life these past weeks have been full of all kinds of good things. I've been full-fledged going, with classes and meetings and talks, with piano babies, other babies, reading and writing and rehearsals and friends. My days have been long, as I make an intention to invest in the season I find myself in, in the work and the people around me. But yesterday, in this beautiful thing called an academic life, I found myself with a day off.
Hence,
I found myself in my kitchen,
cookin' up a storm.
First, I whipped up an Almond Cranberry Cake,
and made the dough for Scottish Crackers while it baked;
then,
I curdled a giant pot of milk,
in order to achieve some beyond delicious ricotta cheese.
Once the cheese was chilling in the fridge,
I turned back to my beloved pot
(the best purchase I have ever made, by the way,
and potentially my best friend)
and fried up some chorizo and chicken thighs.
I added a multitude of ingredients,
until--voila:
Paella.
[It. was. ridiculous.]
Joined by lovelies,
we closed out my culinary day with good eating,
with good wine, good laughter, good music, good talking;



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