I Hope That’s Not Butter

As you know, I love cooking for a crush, or nowadays, for my Knight in Shining Armour. But as we settle into each other, sometimes the shine loses its luster slightly. Where previously my efforts in the kitchen would be met with something sounding like “oooooh”, “ahhhhhh”, and “yummmmmm”, it may now be met with,

The Early Bird Catches the Eggs

Ever since my first visit to Le Select Bistro a few weekends ago with my cousin, I’ve been dreaming of poached eggs and from-scratch Hollandaise sauce. Not that the smoked salmon or the buttery sauteed mushrooms and spinach as a side dish don’t deserve equal dream time; but it’s the poaching of eggs and mastering of a