In case you were wondering, no, I haven't disappeared off the face of the earth. In fact, over the past month, my husband and I drove from Indiana to Canada, to Michigan, back to Indiana, then to North Dakota with a full moving truck, back to Canada, and finally (phew!) stopped for good in North Dakota, where we will live... um... forever. (For real. If I have to move again in the next fifty years, I will tear my hair out.) My husband is now officially ordained and installed as the pastor of a dual parish, and I have eleven whole days of experience as a pastor's wife under my belt.
Anyway, it took me a while to find my pots and pans in the rubble of boxes, so I haven't been able to do much cooking, much less blogging, as of late. Never fear; I have grand plans to resume both soon. In the meantime, you can enjoy this ca. 1987 shot of me in the kitchen, rolling out pie crusts for my parents' Christmas party. (No, my parents were not slave drivers; I was simply born to cook. Or just weird. Whatever.)