For me, there’s nothing quite like warm, homemade bread. Every year my mom makes “Easter Bread” which is actually a raisin studded challah. She hands them out like breath mints to family and friends and our little loaf doesn’t last a day – toasted and spread with butter it’s achingly wonderful. Now, this isn’t her recipe (sorry, Mom) because I read this one and amazingly had every ingredient on hand. Easy, quicker than others I’ve seen, and more fun than other breads because you get to BRAID it!
The other day I went right to the grocery store from the gym and forgot to pack a snack (I’m like Chrissy in Now and Then – I need to eat every two hours). I saw that the Luna Protein bars were a dollar a pop and honestly I think I tore the wrapper ope and devoured it before I got my daughter situated in the front of the cart. I was crazed. But they’re so good! They’re like candy! Challenge – I shopped for the ingredients I didn’t have on hand and made the bars that afternoon.
West Chester, PA is the greatest little town. Truly. Every fall we have a chili cook-off where for ten bucks you get a wristband and walk through the closed off streets, sampling chili in tiny cups and voting on your favorite batches. It’s grown in popularity so if you aren’t choosy, you’ll fill up too fast. The chili I never pass up, however, is the one with big chunks of steak.
At school we did a mini-unit on meal planning, which my students usually found to be, well, less than exciting. Every year I pleaded with them: “Learn now because in a few years you will stand in your kitchen, staring with a befuddled look at your fridge, wondering what goes with what as the dinnertime minutes tick away.”Need a mindless dinner menu? Here you go. Maybe this seems summery but perhaps the taste of warmer weather will trick our minds into a happier state.
You’ve heard of sticky buns? Yes. And cinnamon rolls? Yes. Ever wonder what the difference is? So did I, until I made these.
I mean really, is there anything better than a grilled cheese sandwich? I don’t think there is. The unpretentious grilled cheese CAN be fancy enough for a dinner party if you provide the right fixin’s – and the cooking method ensures you’ll have eight crispy, melty sandwiches ready at EXACTLY the same moment.
“Fazool” is how you pronounce it, in case you’ve been holding back ordering it due to possible waiter embarrassment. This soup is a make again (and again and again) for my little family as well as my parents and in-laws. Adapted from America’s Test Kitchen, its flavor is unparalleled.
I’ve read before that having something sweet with your healthy breakfast isn’t the worst thing, and could even help with weight-loss. I refuse to do further research because I don’t want to read any evidence to the contrary. I eat a small handful of Ghirardelli bittersweet chocolate chips with my coffee every morning, and I’m just so (ignorantly) happy that science backs me up here.
My mom can be a bit of a contrarian – especially when it comes to technology. She staunchly believes that it’s out to get her and that the old way is almost always better. Case and point, I can talk about her on my blog because she seldom reads it (since it’s on the computer).
Lately I’ve been led in the kitchen by hankerings. Aren’t they just the darndest? Midmorning on one of our several (hundred) (stupid) recent snowdays, I wanted peanut butter caramel corn. Inexplicably, really, as it’s a recipe I posted almost three years ago. I had everything on hand and nothing was going to stop me.
I find so many parallels between Italian and Mexican food. You basically have a grain (pasta or tortilla), a tomato based sauce, veggies, meats, and a whole lot of cheese in every dish. To me, enchiladas are the Italian equivalent of manicotti – I know, this is not rocket science, it’s fairly obvious. Food makes me philosophical.
It’s always important to consider the crowd when you’re charged with bringing food somewhere. Recently I was to bring something sweet to a lunchtime play date. My cousin Katie was going to be there and she’s a ravenous breast-feeding skinny girl – the other two ladies I don’t know quite as well but I knew for sure they weren’t health food nuts. Let’s be real for a second, though; I wanted cream cheese brownies and this was a great excuse to make and eat them.
The other day someone mentioned a recipe from homebeccanomics that they make every week as a family favorite. I said in return, “I LOVE THAT RECIPE”. She was confused because I looked sad. I had to then explain that the problem with constantly being on the search for new recipes is that you rarely remake the old ones. I bring this up because I make these sliders every year for the Superbowl because I firmly believe I won’t like another recipe any better.
Have I mentioned before that I seriously suffer in the tech department? The fact that this blog exists at all is entirely due to my brother in law, Tom, who bought the domain space and invented the name (and then taught me how to make posts).
On the most recent snow day I was chatting with a friend at 8 am and she told me she was making her family pancakes. It sounded cozy and sweet; I was immediately taken back to my post-wedding pancake disillusionment.
The only bad thing about this recipe is that when you go to take the skillet from the oven after baking, your arm might fall off. I opted to stop the fall by grabbing the hell-hot dish with my bare hands – lest we lose brunch. This is a substantial meal that serves a lot of people (and makes them all happy).
During a mani-pedi sesh with one of my best friends, her mom, and her sister, they filled me in on where we’d be heading for dinner that night. It was her 30th bday and we had to bully her into a dinner out; she is an attention-phob. Anyways – during their explanation they mentioned a bruschetta that sounded mind-blowing. After ordering (and devouring) it that night, I knew I had to have it again and attempting to make it would be my surest bet.
I had a really great food experience last Sunday. I woke up at 7:30, attended church at 9, and entertained friends for brunch at 10:45. Brunch included warm, quiche-like breakfast casserole, lemony-dressed mixed greens, and warm-from-the-oven scones. It probably seemed like I’d been slaving all morning, but I was cool as a cucumber as I sat down with my friends to eat.
I love 30 minute “all in one bowl” dinners for weeknights, especially ones that lack arbitrary ingredients. Sesame seeds are the most random here and they’re easy to throw on the grocery list. This one is light and healthy PLUS my 2 year old daughter devoured it. Even when noodles taste Asian she gobbles them down. Kid’s aren’t dummies, noodles are the best.
Truly, I blame some of my cooking/baking addiction with two things. 1, my kitchen TV. Sometimes a girl has got to mentally switch off, and nothing does it for me like a little tube. I could sit in the living room and watch OR I could watch in the kitchen, and end the sesh with a baked good. The other thing is terrible.