It’s a plate licker.
- At September 7, 2010
- By Molly Chester
- 1
Pesto and EGGS?! Let’s discuss… one average California morning, I got the unexpected word that family was in town and stopping by for breakfast! Living a full country away from all family, we don’t get this news regularly. Flinging the fridge open for analysis, the view was stark, and thus results in Scrambled Eggs with Wild Arugula & Pesto. I actually surprised myself. They tout that necessity (or desperation) is the mother of invention. I’d concur, but after a quick google, invention appears to be a bit over-promised in this case. I’m obviously not the first. However, if you (like me) had never added a dab of pesto to freshly scrambled eggs, I encourage you to give this a try. Oh my… it’s a plate licker.
I could feel it.
- At July 18, 2010
- By Molly Chester
- 11
Addictive like potato chips.
- At April 15, 2010
- By Molly Chester
- 7
I don’t think my mom used Kale even once when I was growing up. It wasn’t her thing. We all tend to gravitate to a certain 10 or so veggies, don’t we? I’m not even sure who introduced me to Kale or when I started using it. Might have been culinary school, but I certainly can’t remember graduating with a fist full of new kale recipes. And I don’t think anyone ever said, “You should saute it and eat it for breakfast!” But somehow, kale and I found each other. He’s my trusty, go-to, I need a lift breakfast. He never fails me. Each time I finish a plate of my dear friend kale, I feel better, more energetic, and I think, “I should eat kale every single day.”
You just work and work and work.
- At September 28, 2009
- By Molly Chester
- 4
I am so dag-gone busy.
Seriously. I mean, when I was 16, and I had to stay after school to work on the yearbook and then go to school again the very next morning, I thought I was swamped. And I guess I was. But, I certainly didn’t wash my own clothes, make my own lunch, pay my bills, deal with credit card fraud (yes, john’s identity got stolen this week), wash my car so the bird poop doesn’t eat the paint, read the instructions for the file cabinet that needs put together, water the tomato plants and figure out why the tomato plants are producing tomatoes that taste like water: all while still getting up the next day to go to “school.” And I don’t even have kids. God bless all the parents in the world.