It really has been a while since I have logged any recipes. The little man in the photo is what has pulled me away for so long. I have missed cooking and blogging about it. But don’t fret. I am coming back very soon. For the past nine months I was baking a little person. The timer went off about 6 weeks ago and we pulled him out of the oven. He is a perfect little angel and I am enjoying being a mommy.
The further along I was with my pregnancy the less interested I became in cooking. The last trimester was really challenging since I didn’t feel like myself. I attempted to cook in my last month. I was feeling energetic and it was like someone had turned on my pilot light. Half way through cooking I was feeling clumsy (more than usual) and I couldn’t reach certain things and just didn’t feel welcome in my own kitchen. My husband had to step in and complete cooking our meal, otherwise we would have ordered take out since I was about to burn everything. So I succumbed to my pregnant body that was making it difficult for me to cook. Honestly, I had not had the desire to cook anyway, so I was fine with waiting a few more weeks to cook again.
I am happy to report my cooking skills, desire, passion and flavors have all returned. My kitchen has welcomed me back with open arms and I am ready to face my pots and pans again. I have been cooking up a storm for the last couple of weeks. Not being able to cook felt as if all the air was sucked out of the world around me. I am busy in the kitchen and will be sharing some yummy goodness with you soon.
Stay tuned . . . .
I have moved my blog to a new address and will be self hosted. I am still using the WordPress platform but now I will have more design functionality. I am still working on it but wanted to go ahead and get you started on the new site. If you have an RSS set up you will need to subscribe again. Sorry – I couldn’t figure out how to move you over. If you receive email subscriptions you should be good to go.
Even though I have been spending time moving, I still managed to put together a small post. I have been obsessing over hot chocolate lately. Check out the new post on the new address.
See you soon!
It has been freezing cold for the past few days. I am in need of comfort food. Desperately! I decided to make a Bolognese sauce after reading through one of my old Gourmet Magazines. Can we stop for a moment and recognize how great that magazine is and how sad I am it is no longer in publication? Okay – I am wiping the tears. I will be alright. I will learn how to make it somehow. Anyway, I was feeling the need for some comfort. I have been making hot chocolate as well (post coming soon). The sauce actually originated from Bologna, Italy, and there are many versions of this sauce. So I put it together my way.
I love to create! Most recipes I enjoy are the ones I end up just put together with what I have in the kitchen. Sometimes they come out good and other times you learn how you can make a better combination. Cooking is not just about recipes, it is also about the adventure of how you get there. My grandmother was the queen of that. She could come into your kitchen, look at your pantry, then go to your fridge, and create a magical meal. You may have thought you had nothing of good use, but she could make something out of nothing. On the last evening of 2009 we had plans of stopping by two parties. Since we had been traveling for about two weeks the possibilities were limited. I had roasted chicken breasts leftover from the night before. I had picked up a rotisserie chicken from Publix. I usually like to roast my own chicken, but in a pinch their prepared chicken is delicious. I peered into my desolate fridge and the juices started to flow. Have no fear, where there is a hungry stomach, there is a will to feed it.
I managed to put together a yummy pasta dish with shredded chicken breasts, sun dried tomatoes and goat cheese. My favorite dishes are ones with few and simple ingredients. I can now add this one to the list.
Finally! We are home after a long trip. Almost two weeks ago, we left for our journey up north. The trip was amazing and we had a really great time at a friend’s wedding, experienced Modern Pizza for the first time, enjoyed the parade of babies as we visited so many new beautiful souls, introduced to a new cheese (I will tell you all about this another time), opening presents on Christmas morning after a brunch with a breakfast strata, and celebrated my in-laws (one of the sets, I have two) 12th anniversary at a great local Italian restaurant. Phew! That was a mouthful. We had a great trip up north that was planned somewhat but kept changing everyday. Towards the last leg of our trip we noticed this sideways “H” in the sky. I thought Hallelujah – we are almost home. And both words happen to start with the letter H. How about that?
My husband and I are in CT visiting our family (my in-laws). I miss the northeast. I miss the snow and the crisp cold air. Not that it doesn’t get cold in the south. But the north has a different kind of cold. Now, I don’t miss how long the snow and the cold weather would stick around. I miss the people. Especially the ones who are direct, opinionated and feel the need to tell you how you should live your life, they remind me of my family. The most I miss is the northeast deli. Something so trivial and everyday to a northeasterner, yet it is something so crucial, you don’t realize it until it is not readily available to you. For example, the chicken cutlet is one of the most popular proteins in a deli sandwich. Most of the time the sandwich will include the chicken, tomato, lettuce and mayo with a white cheese or cheddar cheese, depending on which part of town the deli is located. You might be thinking, what is so special about that? Ah, my friend, you will have to experience this delight. But I can tell you it will change your life. Just be prepared. From the crusty warm homemade bread, to the perfectly pan fried breaded cutlet, the crispy tomato and lettuce, oozing melted white cheese, and just the right amount of mayo, you are in for a magical taste bud experience.
I think I mentioned before, breakfast is one my favorite meals, that I don’t get to eat often. The breakfast sandwich from the deli is what I miss most.
Ladies and Gents – I give you the classic bacon, egg and cheese sandwich.
Breakfast. oddly one of my favorite meal times of the day, yet I do not partake in breakfast often. Every time I am on vacation the first thing I do is lineup my breakfast for the next morning. Well, lets back it up a little. The first thing I do is unpack. There is something comforting about knowing you have arrived. Some people think it is odd, and others who share my oddity, agree 100 percent. If I don’t unpack as soon as I arrive then I get this nagging feeling there is something to do and I am not able to relax. It also comes from the sense of needing to know where everything is. I may not be the most organized person in the world, but my things need to have a place they belong. Knowing that my drinking glasses in the cabinet are on the right is comforting. Every time I need to grab a glass I know exactly where to go. So, when I am on vacation and wake up in a strange place the next morning, I like to know that I can reach into a particular drawer for my undergarments. Rather than fumble through my suitcase on the floor trying to figure out which wrinkled item of clothing I will wear that day.
The other day I improvised. I had a craving for french toast but did not have a brioche, Challah or another bread worthy for dipping.