Recognise this pattern? Maybe you do… but I didn’t, at first. I’ve never been to America. Please don’t laugh…..
Princess Cupcakes
Cakes fit for a Princess. With frosting to match. Turning four is no easy feat and we celebrated by having a kid’s version of our street party. I decided to make loads of pink cupcakes, frosted with Chocolate cream and decorated with hagelslag. This post is all about the frosting…. my amazing Creme Fraiche frosting. Tasty, glossy and immediately spreadable – where else can you find such? I call it my no-cook ganache.
Street parties
A few weeks ago, my neighbour organised a street party. It was a pleasant suprise and the turn out was great. Busy families, busy times, we rarely had time to meet or get to know one another. And so this party sorted that out. In one fell swoop. Families ordered as many pizzas as they wanted; The delivery guys were shocked. Or maybe that was just me. I haven’t ever had a pizza party.
Monkey bread, Banana bread
I’ve never fancied Banana breads or muffins. Never courted them, craved them or sought them out in a crowd. Not when I was young and my Liberian-American aunt made it with rice flour. I just couldn’t imagine how over-ripe bananas could morph into something glowing…. until I met my friend, S. Kids obey you parents and it will be well with you. So says the Word of God. And it’s true. My mum always said ‘Pick your friends with care and caution’ 🙂 . . . if only for Banana bread!
TV West Appearance
A few months ago, I came across an ad in newsletter about a TV station looking for expats to talk about their life in the Netherlands while cooking a meal from their homeland. Since I haven’t gotten on Masterchef … yet, I figured TV West was my best shot at fame and so I leapt at it much to the initial displeasure of my husband, who generally likes to have his peace. I was so excited because I’ve always wondered what cooking on TV/for TV was like. (Not to mention all the TV offers and the book deals to be...
Dutch Mustard soup
This post is about Mustard. Paris and Mustard. What’s the link? Paris.