"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
Romeo and Juliet
By any other name would smell as sweet."
Romeo and Juliet
Since I have chosen this week to abruptly reinvent myself as a blogger, I decided that it might it be good to start with the basics.
Before I continue, I must share the great battle that is happening between my head and the keyboard. On one side I feel that this is quite narcissistic and self centered and self indulgent to talk just about me. I mean who cares really? There are literally so many more important matters to be concerned with--like poverty, hunger, and finding the perfect pair of jeans (i have found the perfect pair--they are the boyfriend jean at American Eagle--LOVE THEM). But on the otherhand, everyone has a story. Everyone has a journey. And perhaps someone out there will relate or connect or find their voice by reading about mine. Or not.
NutMeg.
I respond equally to Meg or Megan. Husband always refers to me as Meg. He only calls me Megan when he adds on my former middle name and says, Megan Lou.
Nutmeg is a wonderful, spicy spice that is not often used in cooking. It is saved for those rare occasions when nothing else will do. It isn't like parsley or pepper that enhances almost every dish. It is one of a kind for which there are no other substitutes. Take the classic bechamel sauce, nutmeg is the key ingredient and you can't exchange cinnamon or clove for it. Nothing else will work.
Nutmeg smells like home. I love home.
A Bit Of... I don't really follow exact rules. I am a rule breaker. If you need the previous posts about cooking you will notice that I don't measure, even when baking. This is because I don't do numbers. I find them tedious and too exacting. I just throw a bit of this, a bunch of that, a splash of this into the pan or bowl and viola. That is how I roll.
So. That is what this will be. A spot of this. A splash of that. Each post will be one more addition to the story. A unique story for which there is no substitute.
Before I continue, I must share the great battle that is happening between my head and the keyboard. On one side I feel that this is quite narcissistic and self centered and self indulgent to talk just about me. I mean who cares really? There are literally so many more important matters to be concerned with--like poverty, hunger, and finding the perfect pair of jeans (i have found the perfect pair--they are the boyfriend jean at American Eagle--LOVE THEM). But on the otherhand, everyone has a story. Everyone has a journey. And perhaps someone out there will relate or connect or find their voice by reading about mine. Or not.
NutMeg.
I respond equally to Meg or Megan. Husband always refers to me as Meg. He only calls me Megan when he adds on my former middle name and says, Megan Lou.
Nutmeg is a wonderful, spicy spice that is not often used in cooking. It is saved for those rare occasions when nothing else will do. It isn't like parsley or pepper that enhances almost every dish. It is one of a kind for which there are no other substitutes. Take the classic bechamel sauce, nutmeg is the key ingredient and you can't exchange cinnamon or clove for it. Nothing else will work.
Nutmeg smells like home. I love home.
A Bit Of... I don't really follow exact rules. I am a rule breaker. If you need the previous posts about cooking you will notice that I don't measure, even when baking. This is because I don't do numbers. I find them tedious and too exacting. I just throw a bit of this, a bunch of that, a splash of this into the pan or bowl and viola. That is how I roll.
So. That is what this will be. A spot of this. A splash of that. Each post will be one more addition to the story. A unique story for which there is no substitute.
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