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Kitchen organization (finally) and some rolls I made. 🥖

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Idk. Bread.

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You know I keep that thang on me (mastering the art of French cooking)

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I had a real hankering for pizza and only fridge and pantry ingredients. Pretty good for a whatever’s-in-the-fridge pie. Fresh mozzarella, sauce I made from leftover tomato sauce and homemade broth, leftover rotisserie chicken, and red onion.

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I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus from culinary exploration recovering from my accident, and (very unfortunate for a cook) a GERD flare up. Since the accident, I’ve been struggling to write. I’m told it’s normal to get epic brain fog for a short time. I’m considering moving this to a separate blogging site to better focus on the journey (and perhaps a bit more exposure.)

Photograph of Julia as tribute.

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Home baking

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I also collect old barware. Check out this set I found in a storage shed.

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To preface: I have attempted to keep this a fun and mostly culinary/vintage blog, but I wanted to share this somewhere, and this account is an outlet for me.

On Wednesday, I was in a bad T-bone accident on my way to work. It’s been one hell of a week. I desperately want to get back to my routine (and cook!). I suffered some gnarly soft tissue injury on my right breast and underarm, the left side of my neck, as well as my left hip and stomach. Both knees heavily bruised as well as the back of my left leg. I also cut my ankle open on the brake pedal. (Thank god I was wearing my riding boots. I believe they saved me from a broken ankle) I’m still struggling to lift my right arm, and my body is stiff, but it has improved. By far the worst part has been the mental trauma (and insane brain fog.) Wednesday night I hyperventilated and cried the entire night and couldn’t comfortably eat a meal until Friday. I’m struggling to remember mundane things, but am otherwise functioning mostly as normal now. I wasn’t sure where else to document this, but here it is. I’m lucky, and unbelievably happy to be alive and (mostly) unharmed. I guess the biggest take I have from this experience is that the little things don’t matter much, and we are all so much more resilient than we give ourselves credit for. I promise to live life to the best of my ability from now on. This experience has shown me how truly loved I am.

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My favorite holiday, deviled egg day.

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Me ferment seems to be doing its thing. I forgot to burp him for a couple days because unfortunately I was in a bad car accident on Wednesday. He frew up on my kitchen table though.

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Meet Fermento Bravino.

Trying out some fermenting. This is turnips, shallots, and seasonings. Hoping to get some gut biome friendly eats in.

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Dining Room Decor, 1970

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Japanese vintage postcard

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These recipes are awful you can tell he’s morbidly and terminally English. The part about him being a man was really something though, and bonus points for the comically vague sweetbreads recipe and the boiled rice.

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Boyfriend found this old French lesson book from the 1910’s. I’m studying my French so he thought I would like it. It’s very old and has the students scribbles inside. A sweet little book.

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19th-century Château de la Chênaie, Orléanais region of France

French vintage postcard