Happy Day of the Dead. Having the day off, I decided to celebrate the holiday spending an hour or two in corpse pose. Izzy joined me and snored loudly. Also, on the Day of the Dead, I’ve been dwelling on my beloveds departed, which makes me tearful. So I went for the onions instead of […]
Category: Yeast Breads
Moroccan Butternut Squash Soup
Every autumn I impulse-buy a couple of squashes. I can’t stand it, they make me giggle. Gourds are the most Muppety of all vegetables. They just delight me, and so I absently put them in the cart. Once home, what to do with several pounds of earthen tubers? Squash them, of course. Halloween is the […]
Hallucinatory Aroma Bread and Spinach Dip
Lately I did ponder, with good reason in the ER, the differential diagnosis for olfactory hallucinations. I came up with the usual suspects: temporal lobe seizures, head injury causing subdural hematoma, brain tumor, severe sinusitis, or stroke. I came home from the ER shift and realized that perhaps I had missed one important item on […]
Pumpkin Spice Challah Back At Me
The tire popped on my moped two weeks ago as I sped out of the Johnny Mango parking lot. Not my finest hour. A chivalrous man came to my rescue on the side of the road and helped me to wheel the scooter into Kwik Trip for free air. He then proceeded to fill it […]
San Francisco Sourdough Reflexology
Cannot wait to serve this bread to my neighbors tonight. Finally have my thumb back on the social pulse of Rochester, (hopefully not occluding with the pressure) the epicenter of which happens to be usually hovering around Southtown (a neighborhood some call Slatterly), and today there is much festivity! Johnny Mango’s this afternoon for a […]
Champagne Spinal Tap Fondue
A toast to the first week of neurology after which I am proud to report that I am batting a thousand in my lumbar puncture record. Three for three glistening champagne spinal taps. I credit the success to having had a surgery rotation preceding—my hand has been steadied to some degree from holding things far […]
Focaccia as Motor End Plate
So surgery was a bit like going to a rave sober. It was hard not to feed off the high of the surgeons so in love with the OR and with operating. The climate buzzed ecstatic. I came out of the operating room each day singing and still throwing punches, bouncing on my toes, chanting […]
Writing as Laparotomy
Returned home to Fuchsia and Lime this morning to find a chocolate cake sweetly plugging a husband-sized hole. The cake will probably only hold the gap for another 24 hours, and then we’re in trouble. I need you far more badly than Portland does, KP. Meanwhile, I am enjoying Izzy’s tail wagging and face licking […]
Maple Bread Pudding with Pralines
I’m afraid this last week of surgery finds me spiraling into heavier and heavier contemplation. What if these are the last opportunities I’ll have to touch bowel, to fire an anastomotic stapler, to stitch long incisions closed, to stand for seventeen hours around an open abdomen and enjoy the time passing as though we are […]
Pumpkin Maple Oatmeal Wheat Bread with a Side of Spine
Like I’ve always said—Break Bread, Not Vertebrae. This bread has nothing to do with back pain but has nevertheless been garnished with several stray vertebrae, which I now own, thanks to a disaster in the Pain Clinic. Pumpkin Maple Oatmeal Wheat Bread 2 cups whole milk 1 cup quick maple flavored oats (got mine […]