I have never baked fresh bread just to get stale or make croutons but today I did just that to make Strata
Although machines and other devices do make our time in the kitchen easier plus faster to the plate, the joys of doing things by hand are tangible but subtle.
I also had some leftover macerated apples and blanched sweet potatoes from the galette. The custard base with raw eggs needed to be cooked so everyone in the pot was the idea.
I had some Granny Smith apples bought specifically for pie use and a sweet potato in the drawer so my mind was made up.
It is the Sunday after Thanksgiving and there is pumpkin pie to be made, or at least set up to make in the morning.
It has been 157 days since I started to culture Isabel and today I thought I’d lost her.
Thanksgiving was looming and there on a table was a beautiful 5.5 lb organic, heritage breed, spoon fed, politically correct kabocha squash. One could practically hear Tibetan Bells.
When I saw a package of thinly sliced top sirloin for almost half off, it practically jumped into my cart. Immediately I thought chicken fried steak.
I grew up in a Jewish American home and was aware of knishes. Actually I was aware that my parents and brother ate them. I however hated onions and whatever they were added to.
Since I am accepting money for baked goods, the term baker can be officially added to the various descriptions used to describe who/what I am.