Yesterday was all about catching up. Since the family visit, and then with Uno's passing (Glenn is working like a predator ninja fortifying the aerial part of the run-photos forthcoming), I've been a bit behind the 8-ball. I'm getting back on track, though, with plenty of writing, editing, and copyediting to attend to, not to mention a host of baking projects.
I spent the better part of yesterday in my sweet new L.L. Bean flannel jammies (thanks, Devan!), stirring, churning, boiling, and otherwise making a mess of the kitchen. Output included the above spiced pear bundt cake (the recipe for which can be found in this book and fluffy, ethereal marshmallows (totally worth the mess-look here for instructions). Still trying to figure out what I'll render all the fruit brought by my father's wife, Gail, into. She, along with my sister Theo, gathered up boatloads of citrus in Florida before their visit last week, festooning me with a medley of kumquats, meyer lemons, grapefruit, tangerines, and navel oranges. It's impossible to have too much citrus. Fresh juice, marmalade, orangettes, and other pluckery delights will soon be ours!
Cleo and Kali took my kitchen alchemy in stride, never veering too far from their strategic position adjacent to the wood stove. Stay warm, all. It's wicked cold.