tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849246267797287452.post1431049797321856860..comments2023-11-02T11:35:01.285-04:00Comments on Pam-a-rama ding dong: From takeout to truffle oilPamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00532521445225255433noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849246267797287452.post-28097543834496720702012-06-22T17:41:34.379-04:002012-06-22T17:41:34.379-04:00Pretty silly. ;) I love my (three) food processor...Pretty silly. ;) I love my (three) food processor(s). We are freaks. But we're freaks together. Love you!!! Cook with you soon!Pamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00532521445225255433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849246267797287452.post-51192763316585744682012-06-22T17:39:14.570-04:002012-06-22T17:39:14.570-04:00Hmmm... if I think of my excessive cooking as a re...Hmmm... if I think of my excessive cooking as a relaxing activity rather than a means to getting food on the table, I don't seem nearly as crazy. Thanks for that! I do find cooking relaxing, but only if someone (or something, like Mario games on the Wii) keeps my kids out of the kitchen. I like to cook with them too, because I think it's good for them to learn to help and because they love it, but then it's definitely not what I would call relaxing.Pamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00532521445225255433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849246267797287452.post-22999736934598580282012-06-22T16:28:58.882-04:002012-06-22T16:28:58.882-04:00Currently my own food snobbery manifests as choppi...Currently my own food snobbery manifests as chopping everything instead of using my (two) food processor(s). It seems more pure that way. How silly is that?CeeDubbVAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04172779240089823178noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6849246267797287452.post-54357660564245053552012-06-22T16:28:09.315-04:002012-06-22T16:28:09.315-04:00LOVE this post, partly because I see myself in it....LOVE this post, partly because I see myself in it. There were a few weeks where I was slightly bored and at loose ends. "What's wrong with me? Why am I slightly dissatisfied with life? Is this my mid-life crisis?" Finally, I realized that I had too much free time (who knew there was such a thing?!) because my kitchen was under construction. I didn't know what to do with myself when I couldn't spend an hour or two in the kitchen several nights a week.CeeDubbVAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04172779240089823178noreply@blogger.com