So Much for Toast

There is an old saying: The road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

I have a dog, a hound dog.  Her name is Moana.  I have had her since she was 5 weeks old.  She is a sensitive soul, and can be a little needy at times.  Times when loud scary noises are happening.  Such as fireworks, slamming doors, fire alarms.

Let’s set that nugget of the story aside and explain another.  My toaster sucks!  Yup, some of you Dear Readers might have already concluded how my morning went.  If the toast level is a nanometer too far on the toastier side, it burns my bread to black.  If it is too far on the not so toasty side, my bread stays soft and not toasty.  There is a delicate balance here.

One of my favorite things to eat for breakfast is soft boiled eggs mashed up onto torn up bits of buttered toast.  MMMMM,  so yummy.

Yeah, this morning I am doing my thing, making my breakfast, I have the water boiling, and I have my toast toasting.  I am all happy because my eggs didn’t crack in the boiling waters, then that is when the toaster decides that the morning is just not exciting enough.  It is going to hold onto my toast the .003 seconds longer than it needs to, enough to blacken my toast!

Subsequently, the smoke detector went off, and both the cat and dog instantly freak out.  The cat hides, but Moana, does she hide?  Sure, under me, and I was standing in the kitchen yelling at the toaster for sucking and burning my bread.

I turned to go deal with the smoke detector, and Moana, all 85 lbs of her is suddenly leaning on me shaking like a leaf basically pinning me to the kitchen counter with the offending toaster..  when I try to move around her, she sticks to me like static cling.  There was no peeling her off me.

I managed to push her to her kennel and got her in there.  Then I was able to shut the smoke alarm up.  I had to remove the battery, so now every few minutes it beeps at me as a reminder.

That reminder keeps poor Moana in shivers though. Even with the step ladder we have here, I am too short to put the battery back in, I have to now go down to the office and put in a maintenance request.




My drug of choice.  Glorious black coffee. Untaitned with sweeteners or milk fats.  Pure beautiful coffee.  I feel that so many of us are oblivious to the history of coffee throughout the world.  How it has influenced the world as we know it.  We take it for granted the rich full-bodied story of this magical little bean.

Here in the US, we have had a very passionate love for coffee.  A true sign of political rebellion against the crown of England.  What?  Do you think we gave up morning beverages during the Boston Tea Party?  Hell no!  We, rebellious Americans, simply started drinking coffee in an effort to avoid giving the crown any more taxes from tea consumption.

Over the centuries, we have come up with a plethora of coffee preparation techniques, and even more recipes that contain coffee.  So many of us can not go without our morning dose.  I am on my 3rd 6 ounce cup right now, which is usually my limit.

We are dependent on its tasty benefits completely unaware.  According to, coffee helps out the not so good eater from having more serious health issues.

Now, I keep drinking coffee so I do not get a throbbing migraine.  In an article on Medical News Today states that magnesium production is reduced when we drink coffee.  In an effort to get better sleep, my doctor suggested taking magnesium supplements.  So I gave it a whirl, and then had the worst series of migraines I have ever had in my life. Which leads me to believe that the overproduction of magnesium is what  makes my migraines so unbearable.  I’ll keep drinking coffee thanks.



Comfort Delivered Home


Welcome to Comfort Delivered Home.  I am new to this (let’s give “this” a common vernacular for arguments sake) scene.  I have never been interested in working in a restaurant as a cook or a server. Those people work too hard.  However, I love cooking for people.

I get lost in how beautiful food is.  The raw ingredients are just as beautiful as the finished prepared dish. All the steps in between, the techniques, the science, the sights, the smells (oh the aromas, more on that in a totally different blog post), the fun of creativity!  Then the ultimate goal: The eating! The end game result is watering mouths, moments of chewing silence, guttural sounds of pleasure as the taste buds come alive from the explosions of flavor and texture.

Cooking is my driving force. It is all I think about. I always have questions to ask.  There is never an end to learning how to cook.  Someone will always have more information on ingredients or techniques.  Researching foods is bottomless!   What can I make today?  How can I put these same 5 ingredients together so they do not taste like they did last night?  What sets this thing apart from this thing?  What plates should I use?  How am I going to impress this person?  Has this been done by anyone else? How many people have done this, and how did they do it? The questions never stop.

I started cooking because preprocessed food is so expensive, and, well, as the term applies: Processed.  Nutrition and healthy choices are easy when you make everything fresh.  I also had two kids to feed!  Cooking was something that I needed to learn how to do.  I was overweight, out of shape and broke!  Two teens in a house bring friends.  I figured if I fed them they would stay close to home and out of trouble.

I took on my own education.  The internet is a powerful tool, especially for the curious people like me, who need to keep learning things.  I found some curriculum syllabus’ from a few different institutions, compared their content, and devised my own syllabus. From there I would narrow my research to each type of class: Knife skills, baking, sauces, etc. I found websites and videos and books by the greatest chefs in the world!

Now that I have some skills under my belt, I am starting this to have something to lean on.  I use cooking as a way to deal with my emotional state.  I cook to level myself, to humble myself.  Cooking is a great way to cope with the onslaught of daily life.  Unlike painting, writing and dancing, cooking is something I can do no matter how I am feeling.  If I am sad, I cook.  If I am happy, I cook.  If I am angry, I cook.  Cooking gets me through a lot of emotional chaos.

I have worn many hats in my life, and I have had several jobs too! Now it is time for me to don the toque. I am making myself available to cook for people.  For a fee of course.  But that is something that I will deal with later.  For now, let me plant this seed of thought. By reading this first post, you will be taking this journey with me.  I am excited and nervous.  So I better get to the kitchen and work out some details!