I’ve decided to abstain from weighing myself from the remainder of the month. That’s right, I’m going to deny myself the chance to feel badly beginning first thing in the morning when I step on the scale. Because that’s what inevitably happens if the number reads higher than I had hoped. Not checking in daily … Continue reading Christmas gift to myself (Aside from the gifts I’ve already given myself)
Category: baking
Cracked
In the early 90s I visited Washington for the first time. It was easy to see why it was such a magnet for creative, artistic people. There were mountains, rivers, desert, islands, and even a rain forest, to inspire and awe, and as a tourist, I fell in love. I'm no camper, but I'd go … Continue reading Cracked
Who are you?
Yeah, you. My reader. It's been more than 7 years, 2 domains and a divorce since DelSo was born. Over the years I've shared a lot of my life and self here, in print. You, as a reader, have come to know me on some level from my words. What makes you return here (assuming … Continue reading Who are you?
Cookies – shipped, snatched and swapped
If I had to pick my favorite type of baked good, I’d go with cookies. I mean, the varieties in flavor, texture and size mean it would almost be possible to have a different kind of cookie every single day! That being said, black & whites, chocolate chip (with walnuts, please) and molasses cookies will … Continue reading Cookies – shipped, snatched and swapped
Pie-eyed for the Scottish Bakehouse
One, okay two, of the best things I put in my mouth while on vacation this year was pie from the Scottish Bakehouse in Tisbury. I think I've mentioned this place before and am happy to report that, like some favorite books from years gone by, this special bakery continues to satisfy. When I rolled in to … Continue reading Pie-eyed for the Scottish Bakehouse
Rise up
Last year, I was blessed to spend Easter in the Black Forest. There was a dusting of new snow that morning and I attended mass alone in a beautiful church where the only word I truly understood was "Amen." It was perfect. In the little town of Neustadt, thousands of miles from "home," I had … Continue reading Rise up
10 Reasons why I’m baking cookies for Father’s Day
I never got to bake them for my own father I like to eat cookie dough. It's Father's Day - not (ex)Husband Day. He'll always be my boys' father and deserves to be honored as such. He always enjoyed my cooking and baking skills. The house will smell great. It's his first Father's Day without … Continue reading 10 Reasons why I’m baking cookies for Father’s Day
