I have had granola on the brain for the past few weeks.  And, well, if I’m honest, for the past several years.  If I remember correctly, one of Alex’s brothers used to call me “Granola” from time to time– more as a tease than a compliment, but I wore the name proudly.  Granola, after all, is a symbol for all that is good, healthy and earthy.  And I could really use a big dose of healthy in my life. Thanks to my cheese job, I have been consuming a lot– a lot– of dairy products lately.  Last week, one of…

I have a weird relationship with eggplant.  I’ve always wanted to like it, but could never convince myself that it tasted good.  I know– normal people either like a food or don’t, and they don’t spend a lot of time worrying about it one way or another.  But when I encounter a food I don’t like, I instantly begin to worry.  “But others like this food!  Why don’t I?  What am I missing by not incorporating this into my normal eating habits??” One good reason that I don’t have a natural affinity for eggplant is probably that I had zero…

You might have guessed from the photo that this post is not about food.  It’s about Alex. You’ve probably noticed Alex lurking about in several photos and posts.  It’s usually his hands chopping the onions, washing the dishes, and doing all the other tasks I don’t like to do.  He’s also the one cheering me up when my apple cake flops, putting up with the excessive amounts of garlic I put in every savory dish I make, and not being too weirded out by my urge to eat mayonnaise with a spoon. I’m happy to say that Alex will now…