It was another slow weekend from a cooking standpoint. We ate at a friend's house on Saturday, where I was pretty interested to see the recent chicken pot pie recipe from Cook's Illustrated being made. I have to say the crumble top was really good - a smart recipe, that was well executed.
Gretchen brought cake to dinner, so she was in the kitchen a bit too. The Hazelnut cake she made has been really successful both times she's made it. My cooking this week - a little less successful. I've been falling into a trap of too many things on the plate; and my rut of having everything stacked lately has been another rut, that's caused bad results.
Showing posts with label pale ale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pale ale. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Weekend Evaluation: Summer's Greatest Hits
In my beer-centered calendar, once Oktoberfest starts, summer is officially over. We had Sauerbraten, choucroute garni, and speatzle for dinner, followed by beer and chocolates on Sunday night; safe to say summer is over.
It's ok - After this weekend I'm finally ready to move on - the corn is starting to look old, the eggplant are tasting a little bitter.
It's ok - After this weekend I'm finally ready to move on - the corn is starting to look old, the eggplant are tasting a little bitter.
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Monday, May 17, 2010
Weekend Evaluation: I Was Hot and I Was Hungry
Sometimes cooking is a great feeling. There's an awareness and confidence that you can feel while cooking, it seems like you can't make a mistake. You know exactly what is happening and why - the cause and effect are completely linked. Your evaluation of the ingredients, the plan you put in place, and the techniques you apply to achieve the final product is all are very clear.
You feel in complete control of what's happening and everything works out exactly how you want with very little effort.
This effortless feeling is why I cook.
This weekend was not effortless.
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