Hello from deep inside the most unpleasant bolgia of the 8th circle of traveler’s hell.
I’m not sure why Dante neglected to include descriptions of the eternal tortures inflicted on erstwhile bearded bloggers errant in the original Inferno. However, I can conclusively confirm that I have landed in lucifer’s winter-timeshare: the MegaBus bound from St. Louis to Chigago.
Maybe I’m doing penance for my recent conspicuous lack of posting. Let this be a warning to bloggers everywhere: if you let down your readers, you may find yourself diverted to Missouri on the second-busiest travel day of 2015.
I’ll spare y’all the gory and convoluted details as to WHY my original two-hour flight to Miluakee has metamorphosed into an all-day deathmarch involving (so far) two busses, one Subaru, one taxi, one airplane, and six handfuls of almonds.
Let’s talk about cheerier topics! Specifically: dessert. I made something totally awesome on Christmas Eve, and I want to share it with you lovely people.
Recently I heard a story on NPR where baking-doyenne Dorie Greenspan described her hairdressser’s recipe for boozy-slow-roasted pineapple. The protocol is dead simple: you stir together some juice, liquor, jelly, and spices; pour the mixture over a cored, cut up pineapple in a casserole dish; then stick the thing into a 300 degree oven for an hour until your kitchen smells totally awesome.
I used about half a cup each of orange juice and gin, half a cup of raspberry jelly, and a teaspoon each of cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, and allspice. I get the sense that this is a totally PhD-proof recipe, though, and almost any permutation of ingredients would yield similarly delicious results. I served the finished product with Greek yogurt and pomegranate aryls.
The no-recipe-recipe was a smashing success! And a delightful complement to Caribbean cocktails featuring authentic Cuban Rum, courtesy of our globe-trotting comrade, Teresa.
I know it’s totally lame that after three months of near-radio silence, I’m leading off with overdramatic, overpriveleged complaints and frivolous fruity libations. My only justification is: it’s my blog, I’ll do what I want.
I hope everyone’s holidays were Merry, bright, full of love, family, and carbohydrates. Peace on earth!