Or Meyer Lemon Cinnamon roll, inside-out. Because that’s essentially what it is, a cinnamon roll that wears its fragrant sugar crystals on it sleeve, and chest. Not hidden, not tucked into a pinwheel to be seen in hints, but no, a roll that is bold. Courageous, one that sends cinnamon well before it, not just golden dough. My quest with lemons is always a toss between dough and cream. I wonder which one lets citrus flavours shine through? And so the tests begin. One takes a regular batch of dough, excited to try yet another variation on the cinnamon roll....
Meyer Lemon & Rosemary Focaccia
The early morning walk up the canyon is done slowly. The path looks deceptively gentle, but as we climb, knees bent, hands free and backs laden with rucksacks, the ground before us rises steeply…. This is Utah. The hills of Utah. I’m out seeing Geology but taking in scents. Scents of the valleys, scents of the hills.
Guest Post on Meyer Lemons: The Joys and Sorrows
I’d like to welcome my dear friend Velva, of Tomatoes on the Vine who took me up on my challenge of writing about the joys and challenges of having tons of Meyer Lemons in my post on Wara, Nigerian cheese curds. Velva shares her passion for food, gardening and travel on her blog with delicious and food and drink recipes to boot. She says on her pleasures ‘One of my greatest pleasures is sharing a meal with family and friends.’ She wrote ‘Wara does remind me of tofu is except a more mozzarella texture. Like tofu but, not like mozzarella , wara...
Grilled Meyer Lemon Citrus Salsa
Oh the Meyer Lemon. One fruit but a many-splendid one. Full of tastes from bitter to sweet and floral. This recipe plays on the lemony bitterness of our beloved Meyer, enhanced by the smokiness of the grill. Perfectly paired with pan-fried white fish fillets and sauteed potatoes. An easily accomplished weeknight dinner. It all began with watching a Chopped contestant make a grilled citrus salsa, and mine was born.
The Anatomy of a Meyer Lemon
I have a list fetish. I feed it in my ever-present notebook. Shopping lists, reading lists, lists of places to see, people to write to and on and on. When you combine both, you end up with a bucket list. Not for everything but for ‘big’ occasions. Like I had for my first New York trip. At the beginning, the ideas and thoughts flit about in your head, and then something happens, like in a game of cricket. The ideas get hurled towards you, some connect with a club, others go off base and in the end, someone, something emerges triumphant. Eat crack...
34 Meyer Lemons Sitting in a Box
There were 34 Meyer lemons sitting in two boxes There were 34 Meyer lemons sitting in two boxes And then 4 lemons went to the friend down the road then there were 30 Meyer lemons sitting in two boxes Then 2 went in a pie
Baking with Guinness: Four-Leaf Clover Rolls
If four-leaf clovers are the plants of luck Then four-leaf clover rolls are the breads of good fortune Full of Guinness goodness, and the nuttiness of dark rye Sweetened with maple, brown sugar Softened with milk and eggs These are the perfect celebration of Paddy (Paddy, a word in Nigeria which means friend) On his very own day Happy St Patrick’s day
The Preview to St Patrick’s Day: Guinness Caramel Sauce
Guinness on my mind. For I am seeking ‘things I have in common with….’ The Irish. You know, in honour of Paddy. And his day. And one of those things would be Guinness. (PS: Dark chocolate and coffee lovers will adore this sauce. More on that later) And Nigeria would be the first country outside Ireland and Great Britain to produce Guinness. As in to have a Guinness Brewery, as far back as the 1960s. 1963 to be exact. In fact, Nigerians consider the stout produced here as the best in the world for its peculiar taste and quality. Nigeria...
Nigeria’s Dry-Wet Season’s Produce: February/March
The first rains have begun, jerking me out of my bed in the wee hours of a Saturday morning. Windows are hurriedly shut while thunder pounds the skies with no desire to let up. This is Nigeria. And the rains are almost always knocking at the door. I’m not opposed for the rains bring goodness, by the basketful. Market stands teem with fresh, juicy fruit – everything from mangoes to oranges, soursop and more. Last week, I ate my first four mangoes. Back to back. No sitting around in idle worship. None of that. Just full, flavourful adoration. But this isn’t mango season alone....