I would never dream to claim to have much of anything in the realm of baking skills. I am not a fan of measuring if you haven't noticed from my haphazard quantity descriptions. I'm a big fan of pretty close and within reason. That being said I've never been one to dabble into the art of breads and I will probably never touch pastries outside of buying them at shops that have pretty tarts and fancy cakes that they delicately place into boxes that are deftly tied up in string. I admit that I make cookies and occasionally I dabble in the cake world but the results are always deliciously unpredictable. Sometimes my cake weighs as much small dog and sometimes my cookies have a texture closer to cake.
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Life is hard stay soft
Whether eggs are good for you or bad for you seems to always be up for debate in the food guide circles. The only thing I care about with eggs is that they taste freaking amazing for breakfast, lunch, dinner or even dessert. They go in a billion different recipes but they can stand beautifully on their own. One of my favorite ways to fix them as a centerpiece in their own right is soft boiled with a side of crusty toast. Mmmm soft and creamy middle, a white that is slightly less rubbery than hard boiled, topped on a bite of crunchy toast. Texture paradise, tastebuds happy dance.
Thursday, May 23, 2013
missionary work
When I discover someone I know is a picky eater or has an aversion to
a certain type of food I take it upon myself to cure them of this
unfortunate affliction. I sometimes imagine it as my divine calling in life to prove that
most things have the potential to be delicious when done right or maybe
I'm just neurotic. Either way it gives me an excuse to tinker in the
kitchen.
Unfortunately almost everyone has at least one food item that has gotten on their
no eat list, even me (green bell peppers and black olives unless they exist on a supreme pizza or I'm being polite). Often the offending food is a vegetable, the most common vegetable on
S^&$ list happens to be brussel sprouts. Poor brussel
sprouts haven't earned the bad rap on their own they've had the help of
many cooks who were probably good cooks but they didn't have the
Internet or the variety available to the modern kitchen and maybe, just
maybe they believed in the idea that if it tastes bad it's probably good
for you... Anyway.. This post is being written for all the naysayers
in particular one naysayer friend who didn't believe me when I said even
the brussel sprout can be delicious.
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Not so pho tastic
I love pho.. it is so simple yet so satisfying. The broth like any good broth with developed flavor takes hours to cook. The micromanaging style of the Asheville government has decreed that in downtown there shall be a cute little parking area designated for food trucks so you don't have to go hunting on the hills to find your food truck fix. While I usually am a huge fan of anything off a food truck and Pho is one of my favorite foods. I can't say much good about this one. The broth was flavored wrong, the service was nice.. But broth was just bad, the meatballs were terrible, the meat wasn't sliced nicely... Just all around disappointing. I only tried the one dish so maybe all is not lost. But if the namesake isn't tasty I don't have much hope.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
fishes and wishes
Smoked salmon is a staple for fish eating Alaskans. If you smoke your own, finding the right recipe is like finding a gold nugget of deliciousness and putting it in your pantry. Having a friend who has a great recipe and shares their salmon is like winning the lottery. While I do make a mean smoked salmon I would say that my recipe is second to one of my favorite person's dad's recipe.. Colin. His dad, and of course him as well, make the best smoked salmon I have ever eaten. Tragically I no longer call Alaska home so my supply of salmon only shrinks and doesn't really grow. So opening a jar of salmon gold when you don't have a big stash of it anymore is a truly special event.
Special event that inspired this post was a smoked salmon craving that could not be quieted. The shiny jar of fish was calling to me, beckoning to be popped opened and consumed, I resisted for a moment then caved when I realized I was out of most other consumable protiens. I used half the jar to mix with veggies and pasta for my dinner and the rest I made into a dip to stretch it's consumable life.
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