New and improved kitchen, 07.05.12
Remember how a few months ago I said I was moving? And how I had this whole elaborate theory that I could pack my kitchen last and unpack it first and continue baking without interruption? (She’s funny, no?)
Well I finally got the house in shape, or at least some semblance thereof, and had a couple folks over to warm it properly, and now that it’s making its way to the blog, you know it must be official: Welcome to the new place!
Green apple arugula salad, 06.18.12
In the ultimate feat of domesticity, on Monday, I got off work at 6, hit the H-E-B (still not Hancock, because it still gives me fits), went home, and started cooking a three-course dinner for a small contingent of guests. If you know me at all, you know that this salad was the biggest risk of the evening, but I actually quite enjoyed it (don’t tell my mom; it’s probably only because I added candied walnuts to get some brown sugar and butter involved), and Christian pretty well demolished his portion.
Note also pan of rolls (not from scratch; I have limits) in upper left. Other two courses TK.
End of an era, 04.22.12
If you’re wondering where your pseudoweekly food porn is, join the club. My guess is that it’s somewhere between the 20-odd boxes of books and the mountains of kitchen utensils I just packed.
No but seriously: It’s my last week here at the Treehouse, as I close tomorrow on a new place on the Eastside. I damn near talked myself out of moving for fear of having to break in a new kitchen (and I’m sure the cat that adopted me is none too pleased either, seeing as he sat vigil outside my door for two days after I explained the upcoming move). As you might have gathered by the fact that, even now, the kitchen is only half-packed and I close tomorrow, I’ve been putting this part off for a while. I swore to myself I could keep up the baking while I transition, but let’s be honest: This is going to get worse before it gets better.
I’ll miss the Treehouse tremendously — its warmth, its incredible natural light, the fact that I can reach everything in the kitchen without moving a foot — but it’s time for bigger, better things (counter space! more than one cabinet! doors!), and I’m looking forward to unveiling the new home base of The Yeast I Can Do very soon.
Bear with me, gang.
Oatmeal pancakes, 03.05.11
Sorry for the lull, gang; I think I overdid it with the V-Day weekend. There’s nothing like getting back into the swing of things with breakfast though. I used maple brown sugar oatmeal in lieu of traditional, and it gave these a nice sweet touch, perfect for eating plain. Also, at risk of burying the lede: Triumph of triumphs! I flipped a pancake (that one right there at the top, actually, with the little hook of burnt splatter) in its skillet, sans spatula! I actually sort of squealed to myself when I realized it had worked; I’ve come a long way from the stuck, burnt discs of my pancake past.
From Smitten Kitchen
Pecan pralines, 12.19.10
They’re a little bit too pecan-filled to have dripped into a proper brittle shape, but they taste delicious. My mom, who found me the recipe in her San Antonio cook book, said over the phone: “Oh cool, do they look good?” Nope, they look like shit (literally), but that’s how these things go.