Everybody’s happy when these hit the table. I started making them for the kids but now I make them for me. They are addictive. I dream about them. I usually double the recipe and freeze half since breading and frying is a bit of a mishigas so if you’re going to do it you might as well make it count for a second dish. Speaking of second dishes, I turn leftovers (more…)
Month: <span>April 2017</span>
My children have some eating preferences that drive me insane. While I am trying to push their little palates towards the gastronomic light and make them try everything, sometimes it’s too painful to spend hours in the kitchen making something I love that someone is going to complain about. (more…)
I was so ecstatic the day I made these doughnuts that my 9-year old daughter said she’d never seen me this happy in her life. The look of wonder on her face as she watched me pound the countertops and repeat “Oh…my….god” reminded me of the first time I saw my parents drunk. Her face betrayed a confused smile that bounced between enjoying the spectacle of my exuberance and concern that something might be seriously wrong with me. I blame nostalgia.
It still completely blows my mind that a tiny speck of matter bursts through the soil and produces life in such abundant and varied forms. I get how it happens, I know the science, but that by no means eliminates the sheer wonder of it. This year, I’m growing as many things as possible from seed. Some plants are no brainers and easily sown directly into your garden like beans and squash but I’ve had mixed results with tomatoes, peppers and eggplant. Germination and the hardiness of the plants compared to store bought transplants just wasn’t as good. I suspect it is my fickle nature that is to blame. I get all excited about planting from seed and then I manage to forget about those reused six packs with unseen potential sitting in a corner of the garden. My attention is drawn to the visible plants that more obviously beg for attention. In the end they have been undone by uneven watering. Or life gets too busy and I miss the window for starting seeds all together. Each season I vow it will be different next time.