Eggplant and cheese side dish

My favorite color is purple.  Random fact about me.  So when I was given this eggplant from a shared CSA bag, I thought why not make a side dish, easy, quick, and filled with cheese.  I mean come on, it’s cheese. This is a vegetarian dish, so you can make it over risotto, with pasta, rice, etc, and make it a main dish. Add a piece of grilled chicken underneath, and you have a healthy lunch or dinner. 


Eggplant and cheese side dish

1 eggplant, diced or cubed

8 oz bag of shredded cheese (I used the italian blend, mozzarella would work well also)

15 oz can tomato sauce (I used organic, but I have been known to be uppity)

Italian seasoning or herbs of your choice 

salt and pepper

olive oil 


Heat oven to 450 degrees

Grease a baking dish and add diced/cubed eggplant

season with salt and pepper, herbs and olive oil

pour tomato sauce over eggplant, cover with cheese


Bake for 15 minutes covered with foil. Reduce temp to 350 and cook for an additional 20 minutes uncovered


Serve warm and enjoy!



Truth be told

I don’t know what is wrong with me. Am I tired? Stressed out? Internalizing some major event? I can’t figure it out. I feel numb when it comes to cooking and baking, and I am annoyed that I can’t put my finger on it. The love is still there, the adventure, the familiarity, the joy of seeing someone happy by my baked goods. I just can’t get in the kitchen and do it. Is anyone out there having a block of some kind? 

Maybe I am over thinking it. Maybe I need a push from someone. I think I need to roam through the grocery store, pausing, taking my time. Maybe I am feeling the rush of life, and not taking the time to see it like I used to. Whatever it is, I need to climb out of this baking hole, because I love sharing my baking and photos with you. Until then, I am going to just show you a pretty picture and hope you will bear with me. 


Confessions, cookies, and cryptic messages

I am making chocolate chip cookies, this is something I have done a zillion times. So while I wait for them to cook, I am going to just ramble. New recipe next week. Promise

1. I am impatient and patient at the same time. I will wait for something for a long time if I think it’s worth it. But I always want it now

2. I listen to probably the same 20 songs. Over and over. And I am all over the place with music. Pink, Justin Timberlake, Taylor Swift, old school Mary J. Blige, Dido, Black Keys. 

3. I watch shows because I want to discuss them with people who would also watch them. But I don’t, I just watch them and think about the people who would have watched them with me.

4. I am so scared of becoming my mom. Like anxiety scared. And not in the nagging way people don’t want to be like their mother. In the I want to be everything she wasn’t way. 

5. My circle of trust is so small. People think they know me, that I am weak or fragile. I am not. Push me too hard and it’s ugly. I hate that about myself. 

6. I question every post, picture, baked good I make. Way more than I should. I hold my breath until someone sees it, tastes, it, comments about it. I need the reinforcement way more than I feel I should. I love everyone of you who takes the time to say hello, great job, looks delicous. It truly means the world to me.

7. I surround myself with nice things because I didn’t have them growing up. I like to know they are there, to touch, admire, and to show off. I know this is kinda shallow, but having nothing makes you really want something.

8. I am madly in love. This person doesn’t know it, or I don’t show it like I should. I can’t tell them again. 

9. My kid. Wow, I am in awe everyday. I know everyone gushes about their kid, but being a mom at 17 was whoa. And I fought and worked hard to make sure she has a good life, and I am so proud of her. And I have so many people to thank for helping with her. And I know I could have gone down another bad, dark road, but she saved me. And she will never fully know to what extent. But damn I love her more than I ever thought you could love someone. 

10. I “talk” to many of you more than I do my real life family and friends. And I appreciate every word you read, every picture you take the time to look at, the comments and thoughts and sweet gestures  you make. You truly are a community of wonderful people. 


Brick walls and blueberry hand pies

I haven’t been blogging like I should be. I had a few weeks of a too hot kitchen, life bumps and bruises, and lack of inspiration. And then Bon Appetit hit me like a brick wall. They had a beautiful picture of blueberry hand pies. And I knew I had to make them. Usually I am alone when I bake, I turn some music on and go to town. But my lovely friend Abbie had asked to hang out, and she was my company while I mixed and pressed and cut. These hand pies are fun, portable, easy, and delicious. My only changes to the recipe were I added more blueberries, lemon zest and lemon juice. I like my desserts with a tart kick. You can use pretty much any summer fruit that you want. But make something, make it with a friend over, make it to cheer a family member up, or just make them to try a great summer recipe. I think I am back in full force, and I thank all of you for reading.