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In case anyone wonders what I do every day here in Scotland, I swiped some photos from friends off of facebook to illustrate:

Standing over the oven...


Baking somewhat crazily... (the saucepan on the left serves as a mixing bowl, and yes, I am cracking the egg into a wine glass. you learn to be creative when resources are few.)


Possibly one of the most attractive meals I've ever made, this could not have been completed without Courtney knowing just when the salmon and asparagus were done. And oooh, wasn't it tasty. That's a butter sauce with lemon, basil, red onions and garlic, topped with reduced balsamic vinegar and diced tomato. A variation on the scallops with kataifi served at our Greek dinner a year ago.


I know, I know - that's a different outfit. And a different dessert, too. This strawberry shortcake (half a teaspoon more salt than there should have been, and not enough strawberries by half) was the featured dessert for my birthday, now weeks past. But since the theme of this blog entry is 'what Molly does in Scotland,' any photo of me and a baked good will do. What does all this have to do with Ossian, mythology, and the Scottish Enlightenment, you ask? I haven't got the slightest idea.

Comments

  1. very dorm-estic.

    Get it?

    Cause you live in student housing???

    ????

    ReplyDelete
  2. You real cute.
    Me like pink wrap sweater.
    Yay for food!

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