Last night, Max and I made cookies. Our pantry was against us, however and we were missing two important ingredients: brown sugar and rolled oats. Being the creative culinary maverick that I am, I substituted regular sugar mixed with maple syrup (it made the sugar brown, and kind of brown-sugar-esque) and crushed pecans. The cookies turned out a little flat and runny, but they’re still yummy. The maple syrup added a great flavor.
Today, I decided to try out Mr. Allen’s yummy-sounding soup recipe. Of course, being American, I couldn’t just follow directions. Instead of making chicken stock, I used some store bought beef and chicken broths left over from my braising experiment. I used broccoli, cauliflower and mushrooms as my veggies of choice, along with a healthy heaping of spices: white and black peppercorns, green chili powder, red chili powder, a pinch of curry, and some sea salt. I simmered for two hours, then added two little containers of heavy whipping cream, whipped with my little kitchenaid thingy, and voila – the most amazing soup I’ve ever made. Jen is floored.
On top of the soup, I decided that Max and I would enjoy making bread together. Unfortunately, Max decided to take a nap, and I got to make bread by myself. It was my first time making homemade bread from scratch aaa-aaall alone. I decided to go old school and mix everything by hand. I’m not sure it’s going to turn out, but it was fun to try just the same.
Oh, there’s the timer. Time to go see how it turned out.
Sooooo…how did it turn out.
I’m failing miserably with my “not gonna talk about the war” mantra. I’m *not* going to the site you linked!!!:-)
I baked two hockey pucks. The bread was inedible. But, the soup still makes up for anything I screw up in the next week, I swear it was that good. Next time, carrots and portobello mushrooms, I think.
Good idea, I lost the debate because I wasn’t willing to go find more numbers to back up my case. The guy was throwing out all kinds of stats I couldn’t find to refute, so I just stopped playing along, after being called a jackass, a moral relevatist and guilty of moral equivalence, oh and “Kev” because I’m sure it made me sound like a child and him like a wise learned grown up.
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