| Ravioli are probably my favorite food in the universe. I’ve mentioned before my ultimate goal of recreating ravioli, but my profound joy in their existence is perhaps best expressed by the 45 minutes or so of spontaneous song I burst into celebrating the victory of their re-creation. My friend Ginny can and will testify that she was impressed by the length, variety, and sheer doo-lally euphoria that poured into this music, despite a few odd tangents into philosophical questions such as whether or not we know what it’s like for a clam to be happy, or even what it’s like to be a clam. |  |
Pancakes have a surprising amount of sugar in them, especially if you are accustomed to using a mix and not thinking
much about the sugar content. Traditional from-scratch pancake recipes often have a couple of cups of sugar, usually one of white and one of brown. Of course, they aren’t hard to adapt, really, and Sean had a version he made for himself years before I came into his life. This is fundamentally his recipe, though I’ve tweaked it a little. They’re pretty good, overall, but you should expect a flatter, thinner, and more flexible pancake than the really puffy kind you might get from Bisquick or at IHOP.
Hey there! Long time no see :D. And you still won’t get to see, since I’m just now moving in to our new place, so I don’t have pictures of anything (can’t get at my camera). I’ve been gone, as Jennifer mentioned, because I’m trying to move. You see, it isn’t that I lack the time to cook and bake … it’s that I’m trying to do it in someone else’s kitchen with someone else’s pantry (in this case, my maternal grandmother’s), and it’s really difficult to experiment under those conditions. However, I’m sick of asking Jennifer to cover for me, so here is a text-only post (for a while, until I get settled and make this and take a picture). In said maternal grandmother’s honor, however, I am posting a casserole that she has been making for this family since well before I existed. It is terrible for you, and looks odd, but oh boy is it tasty!
| Pasta is almost certainly my favorite food in the universe. My sister and I would just eat plain spaghetti whenever we wanted a snack, and my mother used to be flabbergasted that as a kid I could get home from school, run through the house, and without going through the kitchen know by the distinctive smell of the brand of pasta she was boiling if it was macaroni for macaroni and cheese or spaghetti or rotini she was boiling in that pot. 🙂 I never liked spaghetti sauce, but who needed it when there was parmesan cheese in the world? It was cheap, it was easy, it was delicious. And then, suddenly, it was gone. |  |
| You can’t really find kolaches in New Mexico, where I grew up, so when I was a child we only had them when we visited my grandparents in Houston during the summer. I’d drag myself out of bed one sleepy morning, early by my standards at least, only to discover Daddy had already ventured out into the wild (sub)urban environment and back, box full of kolaches in hand for everyone to share. Of course, when I was that little I had many, many objections to eating things I wasn’t already completely familiar with, especially things with funny textures, so I usually took a blueberry kolache (the flavor I deemed least dangerous) and ate the tasty sweetbread and topping, carefully picking around the dubious filling in the center. This was of course little me being a paranoid dumbass, as in the process I missed out on the most fantastic part of the kolache. |  |
