This month’s Daring Cooks challenge is brought to you by a very weary Traveller Jane. Weary in body but not in mind, soul or belly. So weary and a touch under the weather, that this daring cook stayed in on Saturday, fresh off a flight from the US of A, huddled on the couch watching...
….because I long to be/am a ‘finisher’. And I think if you don’t know how to make ‘it’, school’s a good place to learn!
Our gastro travels on this week’s culinary tour brings us to Turkey, a country I love for its yogurt – a pot is always on stand-by in our fridge.
Nothing prepared me for the deliciousness that would confront me when my cassoulet was done. From the very beginning, I celebrated only part of the challenge – the confit. And the cassoulet aka bean bake? I crossed right off my list because I knew, I just knew from the ingredients list that it couldn’t possibly...
A bridge A connection Worlds. Hopes. Dreams, woven Destinies united Over water Across land Cultures, cuisines, language & skin United in humanity Separated by oceans and seas Mountains and valleys The Brief Welcome to the 2011 Culinary Tour, organised by Joan of Foodalogue. Traditional: make one of the country’s national or traditional dishes. Contemporary: take...
‘Help waiter, there’s too much salt in my eggs’. I want to send it back to the kitchen. To me. For I’m the cook, serving and waiting upon myself!
I have many habits – good and bad. Some I’ve stemmed with age, like tearing recipes out of magazines. I don’t do that anymore. Well, I shouldn’t do that anymore and I don’t except when I come across a stack of mags with recipes I know the ‘owner’ would never cook. Take my sister, K...
Our October 2010 hostess, Lori of Lori’s Lipsmacking Goodness challenged The Daring Cooks to stuff grape leaves. Lori chose a recipe from Aromas of Aleppo and a recipe from The New Book of Middle Eastern Food. Historical Note: Stuffed grape leaves are a part of many cultures including the Syrians, the Turks, the Greeks, the...
When I hear the wind bellow and scream, And see yellow leaves scurry Ochre ones run And russets scamper Into tree-line paths and winding driveways Gardens and front porches too When I feel the cold rain drops And watch them fall on the slant I know that Fall is come The season of apples and...