Maine anyone?

You can see some more of his original artwork online at mixed greens and The Firehouse Gallery.
¼ cup olive oil
¼ cup butter
a couple of slices Pancetta, diced
1 onion, chopped
3-4 cloves of garlic, crushed
red pepper flakes to desired spiciness
½ cup white wine
28 oz. can of tomatoes, diced
½ cup parmesan cheese
½ cup romano cheese
1 lb penne
Saute onion, garlic, red pepper flakes and pancetta in olive oil and butter over medium heat until onions are golden brown. Add wine and simmer on low, stirring occasionally until most of the liquid has reduced down. Add tomatoes and simmer on low heat for 45-60 minutes, stirring often. Cook pasta to al dente and drain. Combine pasta, tomato sauce and cheeses in one bowl and mix well. Serves 4-6.
This is what I imagined I'd do when I packed a moleskine and sketching supplies on my last trip to Europe. Instead I ended up with a few scattered notes on the run. Seeing this has me motivated to try again.
Check out the rest of Amanda's beautiful sketches on her blog.
If you don't care for sparkle, you can pick one up in either white or camel for 30% off at Nordstrom.
Never pass up the opportunity to take a good, long, hot shower.
You may think it’s a good idea to wait until morning to be *fresh* for your journey but you’ll regret it sorely when you wake to find your hotel’s plumbing has gone belly-up then realize the shower at your next hotel is shooting hot salt water into your eyes leaving you crustier than when you started and spend the next week on a sailboat attempting to rinse off quickly with a shower wand while straddling a toilet, trying to maintain some scrap of dignity in the cramped space as you bend over to pick up the soap you’ve dropped for the 10th time as crewmates on deck peer at you through the hatch skylight…until you finally abandon your standards of cleanliness altogether just in time for your return home to civilization.
I’m a lazy cook and a food snob. There I’ve said it. I like delicious meals that can be made in one or two pots max with minimal supervision. Actually, what I really prefer is when my husband, the gourmet, whips up something magical in the kitchen leaving only one or two pots for me to clean up.
When it’s my turn to man the stovetop, I usually rely on my battered copy of “Cucinando con Vera” to guide me through tried and true recipes from cooking classes I took in
½ lb. dry cannellini or white beans
2 Tbsp. fresh basil, chopped
2 tomatoes, chopped
7 oz. small tube pasta or tubetti
2 stalks celery, chopped
2 Tbsp. fresh parsley, chopped
½ cup olive oil
2 qts. Water
2 cloves garlic, crushed or minced
salt to taste
Note 2: After years of experimentation, I have pretty much doubled the main seasonings, i.e. basil, parsley and garlic, because I like stronger flavors. I sometimes even add in a couple of hot peppers to spice things up. Otherwise it just ends up tasting like paste to me. But that’s me, do whatever sounds good to you. There are no hard and fast rules with this dish.
Note 3: I cheat and use a can of beans 95% of the time. In this case, I boil everything but the beans, pasta and salt in a smaller quantity of water for a while before adding the beans. Then I let the beans cook long enough to soften up and take on the spice flavors before adding the pasta. This is a much faster method and suitable for last minute meals.
Enjoy!
The group is led by Prudence Mapstone, an Australian fiber artist known for her freeform designs. Attending one of her classes, preferably in
You can check out some of the group’s creative handiwork at their virtual exhibit. My "felted hipster pursette" is featured in the March 2006 show.
A few years ago, four generations of the women in my family piled into a couple of SUVs for a day of camaraderie and a little friendly competition over custard dishes and folk art furniture. Sacks full of candy bars and peanut butter crackers were our only provisions. I was the designated driver for my grandmother, mom and aunt. My cousins manned the other vehicle and attempted to take the advantage with their eagle eye kids as scouts. But while they had youth and vigor on their side, we had 100 extra years of collective bargain hunting experience on ours.
At first we stayed together, relying on urgent hand signals indicating possible treasures ahead. As the day wore on we leapfrogged each other, scoping out territory and reporting back to the team. That year we braved scorching heat and torrential downpours but came away with truckloads of dishes, furniture, artwork, vintage linens, watering cans, glassware and the deep satisfaction of a job well done.
Most of my finds are in daily use while others, like the set of vintage ice cream sundae glasses that I had to have, still sit unused in my cupboard three years later. I suppose I should pass them on to someone else but, even now, I remember the thrill of peeking into a sodden card board box shoved under a wobbly card table and seeing them for the first time. For now, they stay - at least until next year when I need to make room for my haul from the 20th anniversary of the sale.
To start things out right, we got rooms at the stunning and ultra luxurious Hotel Burnham downtown. Highly recommended - if you get only one chick weekend a year, you might as well go all out.
I had done some research before arriving and had two items on my wish list that were MUST DO’s. First was a visit to P.O.S.H., which advertises “an eclectic assortment of vintage Hotel Silver, Restaurant China & Flea Market Finds” from
The second critical item on my to-do list was a trip to the
After a good hour of design deliberations, we staggered over to Ethel’s Chocolate Lounge, a brilliant concept, to recuperate with a dose of life-affirming hot chocolate and assorted truffle chasers. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to both of us, my friend had developed a nasty case of pneumonia and was able to hold it together just long enough to drive us back to the suburbs before collapsing into bed for the rest of the weekend. Had it not been for Ethel’s chocolate, I’m not sure she would have made it.
I have the bug - the travel / workshop bug that is. Just the thought of jetting off to
There’s nothing quite as satisfying as indulging a craving, is there?
Sure you might regret it later when you have to pop another antacid and stay up late sitting bolt upright watching "Forrest Gump" for the fifth time on TBS so the reflux doesn’t kill you in your sleep, but in the moment, when the nutella first hits your taste buds, it’s liberating to embrace the unadulterated immoderation.