I’ve been sick for about a week, and in addition to neglecting the smattering of e-mails that have been accruing in my e-mail inbox, I haven’t been writing anything in this li’l ol’ blog, disappointing many of you–or maybe just my father (hi, Pa).
Since I’ve been too busy going through boxes of tissue like they’re bags of potato chips and, well, otherwise languishing, I haven’t been able to bake at all. It’s a shame, really, as I recently ordered and received a new cookbook, A Passion for Baking, by Marcy Goldman. The book has recipies for rolls, pies, pizza dough, scones, cakes, cookies, muffins and more. There’s even a whole chapter on biscotti. The photos are exquisite, like for the “French Strawberry Tart” on page 201 and “Pancetta Layered Bread” on page 77. I can’t wait to dig into this book’s treasures.
Instead of fresh-baked goodness, I’ve been reliant on Wolfgang Puck’s soups this past week while I’ve been sick, in addition to loads of juice, tea and water. There’s still a cough and some sinus issues lingering, and my voice isn’t back yet, but my immune system is making progress, so I’ll be well enough to meet with my friend Amy at Dandelion this week, and whenever Fran decides to have her birthday dinner, I should be able to make a showing–unless I’ve spent all my money on tissue, juice and soup lately.