Comfort Foods and Indulgences

The year was 1996. I had just moved to San Francisco from Chicago, finally ridding myself of those long midwest winters and trading them in for even colder summers in the Bay Area. All joking aside, it was an eye-opening experience for me and one that I embraced fully. I absorbed the California experience on every level and tasted my way through the City, spending Saturday mornings at the old farmers’ market before it moved to the Ferry Building and familiarizing myself with local foods and personalities.

I grew to love Peet’s coffee (trust me, it took some doing), developed a huge crush on Albert Strauss, became obsessed with Tu Lan and all its horrors and discovered what eating fresh and local was all about.  Somewhere in there I discovered meyer lemons and instantly became obsessed with them. I started buying them whenever I could find them, matching them up with just about anything I could and realizing that while I may suffer from high cholesterol I will never ever develop a case of scurvy. Hallelujah!

The morning began with a three hour power outage....a transformer exploded down the street.  I had just started to heat up soup for school lunches.  With an electric stove, that was no longer going to happen.  Since Oregon mornings, especially this one, can be very dark and dreary.

With two kids holding flashlights, I whipped up some sandwiches last minute and off to school they went. I remained home in the dark contemplating what I would do with my already derailed day. 

I ended up taking my 5 mile walk and thinking about what sinful treat I would bake, sometimes I wonder why I exercise.  Honestly, why I would bake anything is beyond me when we have pounds of Halloween candy left.  But whatever, these cupcakes are fabulous and worth every ounce of flab they will put on my bottom.

They truly do taste like caramel apples, minus the sour apple taste.  They are fabulous and you must try them...soon. I'm seeing this on a Thanksgiving dessert buffet....yes I am.

If you are looking for an easy way to serve a crowd potatoes this summer, you should try this.  These sports bar-inspired creations are roasted instead of deep fried (like the loaded potato skins) and come out tasting great.

Choosing the smallest red potatoes you can find keeps them easy to eat.  A tray full on the table or the buffet line are a yummy addition to all the cookouts I know you are planning.

With butter, bacon and cheese they taste just as sinful as the deep fried version we are used to eating. 

I have to admit I have been craving potatoes lately.  After two weeks of rain, weed pressure in the vineyard is high.  I have been hoeing around the vines so that root establishment does not have any competition from our friends, "the weeds".  Anyway, it is extremely hard work and carbs have been calling.  These potatoes hit the spot.