TT - Food
- I’ve had a wicked, week-long craving for Latkes / potato pancakes. Every morning for a week now, I’ve gotten up grated potato and onion, add an egg, a little flour, spices, then cooked them in a little butter in a heavy black skillet, just like my Mom used to. I’m holding off on the cheese, so far. It’s not diet food, but damn is it good.
Potato Pancakes with German Style Spareribs (cooked in a pressure cooker until the meat as falling off the bone) — among my favorite of the meals Mom made. She didn’t make them often. I always asked for this dish on my birthday. A few years ago at my folk’s house, I came home just before dinner and Mom said “I made your favorite meal, Chicken Cacciatore!” Olives and Chicken in red sauce, ick.
- I treated myself yesterday at the Armenian grocery store to what I thought was divinity (nougat) rolled in pistachios. I greedily opened the package of Malban in the car and took a big bite. Uhm, no. It’s some rosewater flavored gelatinous mass rolled in pistachios. Probably not bad, but not what I was expecting and I haven’t been able to get past the texture — or the floral note.
- Someone posted a Chewy Pizza Dough recipe here about 6 mos ago. I tried it and have perfected it to my taste over time. I add pepitas, roasted unsalted sunflower seeds and black sesame seeds to the dough as well as finely chopped basil, crushed red pepper, dried crushed sun-dried tomatoes and garlic. I make the crust as thin as I can and add grilled veggies to the top, a little bacon and parmesan cheese. It’s more like a flavored flat bread, but I love it.
- Despite the previous bullets, I’m not someone who generally eats a lot of carbs. I have gone years without buying a loaf of bread, or making pasta. I have been more a devotee of brown rice and portion control - so this craving for carbs is new to me. See also, extreme stress response. :)
Lemoncello on Labor Day!
I discovered a bottle of Lemoncello this morning hidden in one of the kitchen cabinets. Kev and I bought it one summer while staying at a B&B in Ravello, on Italy’s Amalfi Coast.
This trip was around 2003(?) and I was never allowed to open it when we returned, which was crazy as he didn’t drink. I’m not sure what we were saving it for but I’ve decided that we saved it all these years to be cracked open on Labor Day 2012. I’m home working and this weekend (prior to the BIG vacation) Kevin is off backpacking the Sierras with his new friends. The best part is that I’m certain that he didn’t leave it, so much as he forgot to take it, when he moved out.
So, yep, 10 year old Lemoncello still sealed in a lovely bottle is still a find as it turns out. Actually, it looks perfect and tastes like lemony summer in a bottle. I’m drinking it on the rocks with a touch of cream added and harkening back to lovely carefree days we spent tooling around the hair-raising road that ribbons along on the Amalfi Coast. That summer we spent 6 weeks wandering around Italy and Sicily. Good Times.
Anyway, Delish! Hidden booze discovered. Making the finder supremely happy for centuries now…