Remember this name: Sarah Thomas, pictured last night at MSU with fellow football official, Jack Vaughan, one of her mentors. She is slender, tall, beautiful, charismatic and smart. She could also be classified as an expert on the mechanics of football. I wonder how she got that way while the rest of us girls were taking selfies and eating chocolate chip cookies in the press box.
I wish you could be in my kitchen about now. It smells like I’m cooking something wonderful and I am, sort of. Farmer Sam, my produce supplier, is still bringing me onions every week. Since I only use about one tablespoon a day on my salad, it was time to have a major onion – cookin’. I put on my onion cooking outfit (my pjs) and got it going.
First, of course, I googled onion recipes and came up with one I consider brilliant. You carmalize them in your crotch pot. (We call it the crotch pot because that’s what my friend Kate calls it).
Not many things I bake turn out all that good. Yesterday I experienced an exception that made by heart sing.
Someone unknown to me at this point, left a whole heap of fresh picked tomatoes on my porch last Sunday. I’m sorry, but I’m a bit selfish when it comes to a ripe homegrown tomato. So rather than share, I’ve been eating BLTs, stewing them up into pasta sauce and yesterday I made a recipe which appears in my book (to be released in September).
Okay, so I have too much time on my hands. And I wasn’t invited to a single 4th of July party today – the biggy is tomorrow, so I decided to take a day of total freedom. I’m not doing one thing except what the spirit moves me to do. No “to do” list and no work whatsoever.
Something important has been missing from my life and for days I’ve been pondering what has sent me to the far edge of my questionable sanity. Then, lo and behold it came to me as I was lunching with a friend at the Café Ritz in West Point.