Dizzy Swallows

The Saddest Samosas

March 2nd, 2011 1 Comment

It has always been a source of pride that I can make truly delicious samosas. Golden-brown purses of soft vegetables rife with aromas of the subcontinent, the crisp, bubbling skin in perfect harmony with the rich chew of the inner dough. Are ya with me here?

Last spring I was the unhappy recipient of allergy test results which stated in no uncertain terms my body’s intolerance for what can only be described as “the good stuff”. You know, wheat (and gluten while we’re at it), eggs, milk, cheese, cream, butter, and even mushrooms. I have held off on getting into all of this nonsense in my recipes as I still cook for a certain someone who happily enjoys “the good stuff”. But for nearly a year I have dutifully adhered to this dietary regime. And my physical and mental health is exponentially better for it. Oh there have been lapses … Continue reading

Esteban Was Eaten

August 27th, 2010

Several weeks ago I took a flying leap off the emotional high dive. A belly flop, in fact. The reasons for this are many and varied. I’ve been trying to fight my way back to the surface since then, forging ahead and attempting some semblance of a brave face. But chicklets, I just can’t deceive you anymore. Esteban was eaten. And I’ve definitely got the crazy-eye.*

Needless to say this has left me feeling less like a font of anything remotely inspiring and more like a hermit crab missing it’s shell. I shall of course continue to bring you all things dizzy, and it’s entirely possible that you may not notice any changes. But I hope you will forgive me if there are markedly fewer personal interest stories or if I suddenly can’t stop posting tear-jerker songs. I’ll be back with a vengeance once I’ve caught that damn jaguar shark.… Continue reading