Once upon a time, there were two little piggies who grew to be middle sized piggies very quickly. They had a date to travel to the far off land of Freezer Camp. However, their travel agent busted a wing and couldn’t help them on their way. Time passed, and slowly the travel agent grew strong and healthy again. However, the piggies grew too. In fact, they grew to be very big piggies indeed! They grew so big that the travel agent couldn’t book their passage to Freezer Camp, even with both wings working. While the agent was growing strong and
There are certain foods that inspire debate. New York is certain it makes the only ‘real’ pizza. New England thinks its Clam Chowder is the only legit version. I’m not going to enter into the whole BBQ debate! Heck, Americans can’t even agree on how to spell that one. (Although, we all know Texas BBQ is the grand-patriarch of smoked brisket!)
The answer is: YES! The question, of course, is “Are homemade tortillas worth the time and effort?” I live in Texas, and we eat a lot of Mexican and Tex-Mex food. Years ago, I decided to try making tortillas from scratch, because, they’re cheaper and it sounded fun. I continue making them, because, you can’t beat the flavor or texture. Making tortillas does require a couple of things that might not be at your local grocery store. The first is masa harina, also known as corn masa flour. The brand I see most often is Maseca. Maseca is available in
It’s all about seizing opportunities! My thought process seventeen years ago: I’m going to homeschool. I love to cook, and I really love to eat. I definitely need to seize this opportunity to work some food into homeschooling. Hmmm…Food comes from different cultures. History and Social Studies focus on cultures. So, I should eat (I mean cook.) food from different cultures for those classes! Then, if the historic or culturally significant food is tasty, I should seize the opportunity to coopt it into my repertoire. While I’m at it, I should seize the opportunity to add bacon…and maybe more cheese…
Ah, now, is the Pope Catholic? Every culture has stereotypes. I find Irish stereotypes seriously flawed and strangely amusing. For example, I’ve never seen an Irishman dressed as a leprechaun drinking green beer. However, I’ve been wished “Top ‘o the mornin’” by a Texan dressed as a kilt-wearing leprechaun. He was actually drinking Guinness, and I think he was trying to find the bottom of the keg. (My family wishes me to specify that the kilt-wearing man was not related to me. He was simply a fellow concert goer at the North Texas Irish Festival. I feel compelled to mention,
It isn’t St. Patrick’s Day without… This isn’t a recipe from one of our trips to Ireland. I’ve been making this cake for almost thirty years. I am not sure where I originally got it, but it predates the internet. (Yes, I know that makes me old.) I’ve tweaked and changed it in numerous small ways through the years, but the heart of it remains the same. Although I didn’t find this recipe in Ireland, we did have something similar in Donegal. We were in Ireland the week of New Years. It was wonderful! Christmas decorations were still up and
Mood management through butter and bacon! Farm fresh eggs smothered in creamy hollandaise sauce, sauteed mushrooms, tomatoes, and bacon are my idea of perfection! Though it has a taste worth slaving for, this version has the hidden benefit of being quick and fairly simple to make.
Heaven on a Plate! Once upon a time, I decided to surprise my family with this decadent breakfast. I tip-toed downstairs and sneaked around until the pancake was ready. Then, I called them all down to feast. The pancakes were such a hit, that my children declared them ‘Heaven on a plate’.
I was assaulted by a tub of yogurt! This really happens at our house. The yogurt was shoved out of the fridge and onto my head by EGGS. They’re malicious eggs, with the intent to do bodily harm. They’re breeding and colonizing my fridge. I’m sure they plan to take over the world and establish their own egg-topia!
Ummm…I forgot to put on pants. It was one of those rare ‘stay in your pajamas’ days. The kids were going to do morning chores, leaving me free to hibernate until afternoon. I was comfortably ensconced on the couch with a cup of tea, a good book, and fresh muffins. Then, my phone rang. It was one simple sentence. Grace (breathlessly): The sheep are out. Not only were they out, they were ALL out. They were in the big pasture where our horses graze, including the horse that hates sheep.