The Burrow

Of late, TBG has not been hungry.  There's no telling from day to day what will work.  Today, cold milk (and sometimes the accompanying Cheerios) was what he craved.  Yesterday, it was flautas from our Mexican restaurant .  He keeps sending me to Dairy Queen for a small chocolate milkshake.  His taste buds never get the message from his brain that says I love this! Drink me!  Instead, two spoonsful in his nose wrinkles in disgust. It's too bad I don't like chocolate... or maybe that's a good thing.  I've been well fed by eating what tastes terrible after two bites.  It makes meal planning very simple. I'm thinking about this because, in bringing out the toys for HoneyBunny and The IVth's visit this week, I came across Junior Kindergarten Recipes For Your Holiday Entertainment.  Created by Little Cuter's class of 5 and 6 year olds in the late 1980's, it's full of gems.  As I ease back into the swing of things, I'm taking a shortcut and sh...

Seret and I went on a Baked Goods Odyssey last month, two friends in search of unusual pastries.  Seret is amazing in many ways, not the least of which is her ability to take one bite of a doughnut and toss the rest in the trash.  I, on the other hand, had no compunctions about downing every last bite of that vegetable-glazed cakey sticky .... well, let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? We'd done a bit of research, on-line and through degrees of separation from native Tucsonans with culinary talents and we had a general plan.  Once we started, though, it became obvious that we were making it up as we went along.  " OOOhhh look at that one" was all I needed to steer The Schnozz into the strip mall (it's all strip malls.... just like Long Island has become..... though I never saw a taco truck on Sunrise Highway.... but I digress...) and park in front of Ghini's Cafe . Park in front of it.  No worries.  No meters.  My choice of spots, even with...