Well, Darling Ones, It seems I’m going to blog my way through this time as my dad lays dying. I really need to document my existence right now and I do not have the mental or emotional capacity to examine the reasons at the moment. Jodi Ann Chromey, you might be thinking, why are you not spending every remaining moment you have left with your dad? I can’t and I won’t, that’s why. Stop being so judgey. I can’t because…
Uffda, Darling Ones, Today was rough. As I mentioned yesterday, telling my clients about my dad being in hospice weighed heavily on my mind. Since I had a pre-scheduled call with a client, I ripped the Band-Aid off with her. I only cried a little, mostly because she called me, “a force of joy in the world.” Hell, I’m crying again typing it. She was super understanding and gently encouraged me to tell my clients and everyone I know. She…
Well, Darling Ones, My dad started hospice care over the weekend. His death is imminent and they’re keeping him comfortable until it arrives. This sucks. Do you want me to list all the ways this sucks? It’s a long list. Most of the ways are complicated and hard to explain. Families are complicated and hard to explain. All this grows exponentially as death hovers and dysfunction comes home to roost. I’m doing my best to be at peace with everything…
Hey Darling Ones, I get super bitter whenever I follow a recipe to the letter and it turns out mediocre to bad. Usually when the food I make turns out not-so-great I blame my own hubris. I like to read half a recipe and then use the knowledge I’ve gained from watching every season of Top Chef multiple times to think I know what I’m doing. This works out a surprising number of times. I’m a good cook with pretty…
Hello Darling Ones, Last week, for the first time in a very, very, very, even before Wendell came to live here, long time I slept some place that wasn’t Supergenius HQ. It sucked & I hated it. Kind of. The details of why my sisters, Ben, and I ended up at an AirBNB on Lake Wissota in Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin are boring. And as I type, I realize that writing about my family is always complicated and feels like it…
Hey Darling Ones, My #BarsOfSummer Project has come to an end. This makes me extremely happy. The thought of eating another bar makes me want to barf for the rest of eternity. Sixteen weeks of bars is a lot, even when you halve most of the recipes and give a majority of them away. There are three different kinds of bars still in my freezer. Maybe they’ll sound good again in November. 2023. The very best part of finishing the…
