Since I’m all about learning new tricks and facing down fears in the kitchen, I taught myself how to roast bell peppers over an open flame this morning. Up until now, I’ve been a purchased-jarred-peppers-kinda-girl when I’ve needed them for a recipe, mainly due to the fact that roasted capsicums resemble pepper-shaped lumps of Kingsford briquettes, and I guess I was intimidated by the idea of charring anything that badly in my own home. Well, I’m here to tell you that it wasn’t at all difficult to do and although it makes a little bit of a mess, I had a great time and the results are delicious. I watched this video and got perfect results. Give it a try, don’t be afraid. It’s fun! : )
In honor of June being Dairy Month, I decided to kick things off with summer’s first batch of ice cream from scratch. I sacrificed a waffle maker in the process. While I was standing on a chair above my pantry this morning, I moved our behemoth bread machine to the side and inadvertently knocked my thousand year old waffle maker to its (timely?) death on the kitchen floor. It was quite a scene, let me tell you. All in the name of homemade vanilla bean. Oh well … what’s that phrase? If you wanna make an omelet, you gotta break a few waffle makers.
Memorial Day was kind of a bust as far as the weather went, wasn’t it? Too bad. Too chilly and damp to have any fun at the lake on Monday, although my girls are crazy and decided it wasn’t too cold to go tubing both Saturday and Sunday. The husband was happy to pull them around (he’s also crazy). They had the entire lake to themselves because no one else had the desire to die from hypothermia over summer’s first holiday weekend. Good grief. With goose bumps, blue lips and chattering teeth, they asked for hot chocolate afterward (uh, hello – who keeps such an ingredient at a summer cottage?) but had to settle for hot showers instead. At least they have a story to tell.
I’m here to cheer for a bit of a salad bar underdog today. While it’s not glamorous or trendy and its nutritional content has come into question, there’s a time and place for iceberg lettuce in every cook’s repertoire, and I have the perfect salad recipe for you today. Fellow food snobs, drop your guard along with me — serve this pretty wedge as a pre-cursor to a decadent lobster dinner this weekend. Grill guys and girls, this salad would be equally excellent and absolutely appropriate alongside a gooey burger or thick, juicy steak at your Memorial Day cookout.
Oh my gosh, here’s a post for any and all bargain-hunting carnivores: I’ve got one for you today. A really good one. And even though I almost just burned my house down (no lie) by broiling the steak that’s in the photo above, I am still like, mega excited to tell you about this recipe. However due to the recent pyrotechnics in the oven, my entire house now smells like an Outback Steakhouse, so let’s just get on with this so that I can get on with the small matter of airing out the joint.
In case you were bitten by the crepe bug with Tuesday evening’s post, I thought I would give you a couple more suggestions for different ways to serve crepes to your sweet mama this coming Sunday. Maybe the eggs-over-easy from the Crepe Squares isn’t your mom’s thing. If that’s the case, try stuffing your crepes with my favorite scrambled [...]
Here’s a fancy little number to serve to your mama on Sunday while she lounges the morning away amongst fluffy pillows. She’s bound to be impressed with your mad cooking and presentation skills, don’t you agree? You don’t have to tell her how simple this elegant breakfast was to make — she has eyes in the back of her head, after all. She’s going to love that you whipped these up for her. Score extra points by serving hot coffee and fresh flowers on the side.
I’m still on my mini pizza kick. What better little obsession is there to have, really? I guess there’s always fitness. And diligent flossing. Or never skipping a healthy breakfast. All good and useful routines to develop and embrace, and each one is less expensive than the hardcore proclivities like designer shoe shopping, fancy French truffles or Beluga caviar. Pizza and fitness. They go hand in hand.
Last Friday night we played mixed doubles paddle with friends and had an Irish-themed spread together afterward. Cocktails with an Irish spin were also flowing, and as a consequence, my game deteriorated early on in the evening. It was a sad state of affairs, since I’ve never had much of a game to begin with. Luckily for me, the Husband didn’t seem to mind covering most of the court (because clearly his Black & Tan wasn’t as large as mine was, ahem).
Flatbread pizza recipes have consumed me lately and as a consequence, I’ve consumed a lot of flatbread pizzas. I recently discovered lavash (I mean, I didn’t personally discover it. I found out about it is what I should’ve said) and I’ve been using it like crazy when it comes to entertaining and/or feeding friends. I’ve made about five different versions of these nifty little pizzas in the past few weeks and they’ve all gone over so well, I thought I’d share one of my favorites with you today.
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