Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Italian Itch

That's the way it goes in our little household. Every 2 years we move. It's as reliable as the sunrise.

For years, we just moved within the neighborhoods of Chicago. With our wee one, we're outside city limits and eyeing country living next.

But I've got an itch. And it's driving Mr. McMig mad. I want to move to: Italy, France, Philippines, London, Argentina, Ireland... anyplace else.

Typically, my desired destination is influenced by the media: a news article, a movie, a magazine spread. I watch Charade with Ms. Hepburn and Mr. Grant, fantasies about Paris consume me for the day. Unfortunately, Europe is a long commute for his job.

My #1 place to move would be France. Oh la la, la France. But, since my dear husband has a preference for all things Italian, that's the button I'm currently pushing. How about Trieste, Italy:







We may be bound for country living, but a girl can still dream...

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Devil's Food Cake

It seems so old-fashioned.  I almost didn't make it.  But a little old voice said, go ahead, my dear, you should do it.

Light, fluffy, moist. Just a dusting of powdered sugar. I just close my eyes and grin oh-so-slightly. As always, follow your instincts and listen to old ladies, especially in the kitchen.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Bond, James Bond


James…er…Daddy was having a little too much fun with little Mig’s toys while Ms. Mig was out.  While the cat’s away…

Monday, March 7, 2011

A Delightful Sqwish

In the world of baby toys, a person can easily get lost.  I even know of a women (who shall remain nameless, aahem...) who, 5 months pregnant, was brought to tears at the overwhelmingly huge amount of products at one of the large big-box baby stores.  Dabbing her eyes, she swiftly left the store bagless.

Anyhoo....

After spying this Sqwish in another little girl's toy box, I knew I was going to brave another store.
Manhattan Toys makes these elastic-connected parallel rods with sliding beads.  We bought ours at Land of Nod. About the size of a softball, it resembles more of a piece of artwork than a chew toy. The beads of this delightful wooden toy even make a very soothing sound as my little Mig shakes her pudgy hand.


I can't say that this is this is my daughter's favorite toy out of the toy boy, but it sure is mine. Go head, go to the store.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Sweet Potato Pasta

The sweet potato and I have a delightful relationship.  I love him and he provides so many ways for me to enjoy a meal.

I always try to have a sweet spud or two in the kitchen.  They are so versatile and can be used for any meal.  As of late, I'm in a pasta fix.  So, I paired the two.

Pasta and potatoes? Really? Really.

My cooking logic stems from the pairing of squash with pasta. So, why not sweet potatoes?

All it takes is a couple potatoes cubed and sauteed with onions, garlic, cinnamon, and cumin. Sometimes I deglaze the pan with some wine or broth. Whatever's on hand. Garnish with a flourish of parmesan.  C'est tout.

This has become one of my go-to favorites.  However, the tides may be changing since Mr. Mig and I are considering a diet.  Pasta may be cooked sparingly for the next month.

Good thing great memories of meals past are without calories.