After days, weeks, really–of rain, my little herb garden on my patio was looking verdant and lush. I stood inside, looking at it and wondering what I could make with the herbs besides pesto sauce and flavoring of entrees. And then it hit me: what would be nice right now, after dinner? What would be good in the tropical heat and humidity? Duh, sorbet. Continue reading “Creative Sorbet-making”
I don’t know about how you react to compliments, but I reject them outright. They make me feel uncomfortable and embarrassed. Which is odd, because I would love to believe someone liked something I did.
So whenever anyone compliments me on “being so creative,” I wince. I’m not creative. Continue reading “Owning Your Creative Self”
Feeding people makes me happy. I always liked being able to make things that smell good and please others. Continue reading “Easy as Pie; Baking a Galette”
Does something like making bread by hand “count” as expressive art, or craft? Should it? Here’s why my answers are, yes: I believe that everything we create by hand is an expression of our deepest soul, our aesthetic, and of who we have chosen to be as a human.
Continue reading “Making Bread by Hand”