Waffles

“And in the morning, I’m making waffles!” …said someone else. Not me. Not ever.IMG_0987
In my profile for a recipe curation website, my inability to make waffles earned a mention. Either they’re too dense & chewy, or the flavor is off, or I’m impatient and take shortcuts. Beating egg whites dirties another bowl, and the red light on the iron is only a suggestion. Maybe you can see why I could never conquer this recipe. Until, that is, my boss took pity on my attempts. What follows is the recipe that he gave me. Yes, I even whipped the egg whites. Fine, I’ll admit that it’s worth it. Continue reading

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Cinnamon Rolls

Summer is the time when old friends begin to find each other again. We drive over in our old cars with high school bumper stickers and meet on the front porch, swatting at mosquitoes and snacking. Except if it’s at my house, it isn’t exactly snacking. It is a much more involved affair. And there has always been an old standby, whether we were meeting at our house for an elementary school project or a college teammate and I had finished our run at my place: Cinnamon rolls. Icing on top, obviously.

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This recipe uses the sweet dough recipe that I’ve used before, but it makes something much more decadent than your standard turtle bread. Maybe not as cute but definitely just as appreciated. When these things come out of the oven, icing is added and suddenly the pan is empty. Scientists have yet to discover what causes this immediate disappearance, but I’m fairly sure it has something do to with the smell wafting through the house. Or maybe it’s my mom’s notion that these rolls are best the day they are made. Obviously they all need to be eaten right away, or you might miss some of the magic. Continue reading

Bagels

I was once asked what one thing I could not go a week without. Most people would answer “a shower,” or “the Internet,” but I decided to be a little more honest. In my heart of hearts, I know that I could never to a week without carbs. My parents once tried the Atkins diet… I would make it one hour. And the tragic irony is that I cannot bake. I just cannot handle the yeast and the raising and the temperature and the patience. Thank goodness for my fiancé. He tries not to buy bread and instead bakes it himself. Without a bread machine. What is this sorcery?1_bagel
My fiancé and I make this recipe together whenever we can and play with the additional ingredients. (TRANSLATION: I gave this recipe to my fiancé and he makes them while I suggest delicious flavors.) This cheese came from the magazine where I work, and it made these bagels as good as they’ve ever been. I would like to say, though, that a nice black-pepper or rosemary-parmesan bagel is often just as amazing. Continue reading

Pancakes

I realize that I’ve been down on breakfast food in my previous posts. However, I’ve been doing some soul searching. I think… I might actually like it. And I think I like it most when I make it for myself. It’s turned into a ritual: wake up early, throw on my glasses, and grab my cast iron. The cooking wakes me up, and the end product is like a pat on the back—“Good job! You’re so together! Enjoy your spoils and go win the day!” So allow me to say, yes, I like breakfast, just don’t make it for me. Plus I love pancake batter.

But I have another confession to make.
These pancakes were not breakfast-fare. I came home after a particularly frustrating battle against the public bus and train systems (I lost), and I needed something sweet. Maple syrup. I therefore needed a vessel to deliver my syrup. No stale bread, so no French toast. Waffle maker is with my parents, so no waffles. I have a frying pan—pancakes it is. Continue reading

German Apple Pancake

Around this time last year, I joined the local food coop. Every other week, the inevitable feeling of excitement came as I searched through the order list. Suddenly I became far too ambitious.
“Why of course I want ten pounds of onions. How practical!”
“Fifteen pumpkin pie pumkpins? I’ll roast them all in my free time!”
The biggest order I ever made was ¼ bushel of apples. This rounds out to about 40 smallish apples. That’s a lot. I quickly ran out of things to do with them. Apple tart, apple pastry, apple dumplings, not mention apple sauce and apple fritters, apple cider—I was the Johnny Appleseed of my neighborhood.

Thankfully, just as I was getting desperate, I discovered this recipe. It’s quick, easy, and relatively healthy. I’m finally back to the point where I am buying apples, and this is one of my favorite things to do with them. >