I’m writing this on my balcony and, for the first time in weeks, it’s quite pleasant. I’m not stifled under a blanket of humidity, and there is a slight breeze whispering “Three-ring binder paper is on sale at Staples.” Because no matter how old I get, September is the real New Year’s Eve. But instead of Champagne, it’s an apple juice box and instead of an evening gown, it’s an itchy school-uniform kilt. (And let’s face it, I’ve never been to an NYE event that served champaign and required a gown, so who’s kidding who?)
TLS! This is such a beautifully written essay. September is lucky to have you reflecting on her. Thank you for reminding me that all that buzz in my head is just buzz-thank you Canada Food Guide 1982. I also laughed outloud at the cauliflower meme. I look forward to this newsletter every month. Thank you.
Love this dish. My mom makes it the best. As for me, haven't mastered it yet but keep trying. Delish. Thanks for sharing Jan.
It's one of my faves too. My trick is a lower heat and cover it with a lid while cooking. And show no fear when flipping! Thanks for reading, Kath. ❤️
TLS! This is such a beautifully written essay. September is lucky to have you reflecting on her. Thank you for reminding me that all that buzz in my head is just buzz-thank you Canada Food Guide 1982. I also laughed outloud at the cauliflower meme. I look forward to this newsletter every month. Thank you.
Thank you, my friend. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Buzz buzz buzz!