Recipes & Food-Related Ramblings
I’ve always taken Christmas morning breakfast very seriously. Some might say too seriously but those people are, frankly, not living their best life. Christmas morning breakfast is sacred. It’s the one morning meal all year that allows, nay, demands you throw caution to the wind and eat and drink whatever you damn well
I have quite a few food heroes and heroines in this world. Countless men and women who have impacted my cooking life in ways they simply couldn’t imagine because, well, they don’t know who I am. I don’t lament this fact. It’s the magic of shared information and art across the great Internet highway. The idea that I can benefit from the experience and expression of a complete stranger is kind of beautiful. And the fact that these strangers unknowingly coached me towards these Roasted Sugar Beignets is nothing short of extraordinary. So, please! Grab a beignet, sit back and let me tell you about the extraordinary women who make these clouds of bliss possible.
Okay, I know the blog has been a little sandwich-heavy lately and I promise I will get over it soon and move onto something else. But I was wondering if you could find it in your hearts to welcome one more sandwich into the fold. These Picnic Sandwiches with Shaved Radish, Poached Asparagus & 8-Minute Eggs to be exact. I mean, this is peak picnic season, these sandwiches were extremely called for, albeit not particularly well-timed. But hey, what can you do? They don’t have anything deep fried in them, which I realize is a bit of a change for me. And they’re hella colorful and loaded with veg. How can you say no?
If you think you can’t make this Fiddlehead Focaccia, you’re wrong. Whenever I post any recipe with yeast on this blog I fully expect it to go unmade. Sure, people will look at it, maybe even consider it. But most will chicken out. And it’s not because they’re lame or incapable. It’s just that somewhere down the line they convinced themselves they couldn’t bake a decent loaf of bread. And how do I know all this? Well, I used to be this person. Yes, I’ve had my heart-broken by many a bread. And like so many before and after me, I initially blamed myself. If this sounds like you, read on because I promise it’s not you.