Being a Domestic Goddess

I finally started using the stove/oven in my new house. I love gas stoves, but they make me nervous. When I cook with them, I tend to throw my doors and windows open and calculate how long it will be before someone visits, in case I pass out from gas poisoning. And then when I clean the oven, I ALWAYS think, "Now this just isn't right to have my head in here like this. Maybe Sylvia was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

First, I made chicken potpie (the recipe from the last Cooking Light magazine), which was one of the most comforting things I have ever eaten. I wanted to curl up in the pan and fall asleep. It has parsnips in it, which, apparently, I love. Why did no one tell me I would love parsnips?! Where were the parsnips, when I was growing up? Mom?

Homemade Chicken Potpie (glass and fork from IKEA)

And I made Aunt Muriel's Apple Cake o' My Dreams, which tastes exactly like fall and makes my house smell like cinnamon and sugar and rainbows and happy thoughts (a very good thing because the default smell setting in my house is The Elderly). I only made half of the apple cake recipe because I can easily eat an entire pan by myself in one sitting. Get thee behind me, apple cake.

Aunt Muriel's Apple Cake

And, I started freezing peaches. I bought boxes of peaches and apples from a local farm stand this weekend. They sell the seconds for $5.00, which is a steal! For $10.00 I get enough fruit to freeze and can for the entire winter.

These are peaches that just came out of boiling water, before I slid the skins off. I think peaches are sooo pretty.

And that, my friends, is how to be a domestic goddess.