If there’s anything I’ve learned in my six months as an average, self-appointed quarantine chef, it’s that some recipes no matter how easy they appear will get the best of you.
If Mexican cornbread was a spirit animal.
I love to try new foods. Eating them, cooking them, learning about them, and enjoying them(mostly). Early on in my life outside the parents' home I realized I enjoyed more expensive tastes. Sadly my budget did not match my taste. Instead I used the basic cooking skills my parents had taught me plus the internet and books to learn to cook the foods I enjoyed. Sometimes I have mastered a recipe to restaurant quality perfection, but sadly just as often there are those that I have really messed up. Last night, I messed up a new one: chicken hearts.
Most people know what cornbread is even if they don't eat it. People in the South not only know what cornbread is, but they also love it because of its taste, texture, and aroma.
Today you will be learning step by step how to make "to die for" homemade white Corn Tortillas-pronounced (tor-tee-yas). This recipe comes from an old lady friend of mine that I met while living in Mexico over 30 years ago! She passed it on to me from her Great-Great Grandmother. These tortillas are the moistest, prettiest tortillas around and usually the other tortillas out there are cracked and dry. I can tell you that there has not been to this day a Tortilla that can ever compare to these ones, so please enjoy and share, share, and share!!!!
Rediscover your primal desire for food and that other programmed socialised desire to live in a homely home. Yes that's right, all those hours you have suddenly to ruminate in your house can be a creative embrace for the home is where the lemon tart is mantra.
Macarons. French or Italians? I'm not sure because it wasn't stated on the recipes that I used but I think they were French because the ratio of sugar was lower than the almonds. Macarons are usually baked goods that I much avoided because my partially frugal self that didn't want to pay the price for ground almonds. It's a dessert. Something that I deemed I can live without? Every time I walk down the confectionery aisle and see that packet of ground almonds, I'll just end up telling myself that it's not necessary and walk away. I have a vague memory of how my first try at macarons was but I think they were pretty pink successful macaron shells. I didn't manage to reach the part of making the filling because I didn't know or understand the admiration that people have for its beauty yet. At that time which was probably five years ago, I think I was just looking for something that I can bake with the least amount of ingredients and macarons popped out as the first few options from Google search.
Chocolate mini muffins with cream cheese frosting
Thursday is a day like any other. Nothing too special – another day in the daily grind. Some love Thursday as they are only one more day away from the weekend. Many are indifferent to Thursday. It seems Thursday is the most underrated day of the week. Nothing out of the ordinary or special about it. And yet this Thursday is a rather special one as we celebrate International Picnic Day.
Cooking is something I more than enjoy. It's part of my self care, great way to relax and has played an immense part in healing from the narcissistic abuse I have experienced. It's something me and my two children enjoy.
My first attempt at baking without recipe an going just off of feeling went so-so, half winning. I consider it a win still, as we did eat both the brownie and banana bread and were quite happy, even if it was not the tastiest of the tasty or mushiest of the mushy. I would have loved to see some more movement in the brownie and less density in the banana bread, but live and learn. I had some sort of basic feeling for what needs to go in them, and especially considering I had some very specific requirements to make it work, all in all I was pretty pleased with myself. But, as they say in Sweden, skam den som ger sig! Roughly translated to; shame on the person who gives up.
A few weeks ago a meme or photo or whatever you want to call it started circulating around social media. This is nothing new, there is some new viral something that makes it way into our social media bubbles just about every day, but this one was different. This one involved food, was fairly simple and was something that I knew both myself and my other half would enjoy.