pistachio-millet muffins.

finally! a recipe of which i am suitably proud.

on true artists.

i think art is that which is crafted by an artist, someone conveniently defined by the american heritage dictionary as "[noun]: one, such as a painter, sculptor, or writer, who is able by virtue of imagination and talent or skill to create works of aesthetic value, especially in the fine arts."

especially.

not exclusively.

the first time that my husband and i traipsed merrily to the baltimore farmers' market, we ran across an artist. he was working with equal merriment alongside two egg-shaped grills tricked out as pizza ovens. i think that the temperature that day was roughly equal to the surface of the sun. when we approached his stall, i saw this:

i wish that you could taste photos.

on kitchen consistency.

heirloom recipe card box by rifle paper company.

i am guilty of holding out on y'all.

you see, i have all of these recipes in my repertoire that i have yet to share. it's not because i am selfish - it's because i am a self-admitted kitchen witch.

no, i don't cast spells using garlic and cinnamon. i call those people who cook by senses, not recipes, kitchen witches.

i know when my zucchini parmesan coins are done by sight and smell. my vanilla challah dough is judged by touch. glazed and roasted tofu is done when i hear the crisp skin break under my teeth.

i promise recipes soon, once i get around to breaking down the magic into precise measurements for the sake of consistency.

until then, get thyself to the kitchen and enjoy the enchantment of a meal or a glass of tea or both!