I Miss Paris

Sometimes -and I know I’m not the only one doing this- I get sucked into a really terrible movie on cable. I recognize that I’m watching a bad movie. Periodically throughout the film I might even say aloud, “God, this movie is awful,” and yet I don’t change the channel. That was “Le Divorce” for me this afternoon. Truly horrible. The one thing it did accomplish was to make me really miss being in Paris.

Slovak Easter Bread

I’m a Slovak. Way back in the day my dad’s family came to America from beautiful Bratislava. Or so we’ve been told. To be honest, we’re not very in touch with the Slovak part of our heritage. Except for the fact that some of us are insanely stubborn, which my German mother insists can only be because we’re Slovak and she’s not. Because she’s not stubborn at all. Or sarcastic. And neither am I.

BTL: Bread Tanning Laundry

If you live in Chicago and you haven’t been to Superdawg I don’t think we can be friends. And if you live in Chicago and try to tell me how to eat my hot dog, I know we can’t be friends. If I want ketchup I’ll damn well have ketchup. And I’ll throw down with anyone who tries to stop me, capisce? All right. Now let’s talk.

Xmas Goodies

I may or may not have gone a little crazy with baking this year. Crazy. Really crazy. Insane. Certifiable. I don’t know what I was thinking.