Turkey Swedish meatballs
Look at me, all good and Scandinavian and stuff.
Posts tagged ‘recipe’
Jan 23
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Jan 17
Granola, again
I’ve spent many years attempting to find a satisfying granola recipe. I have somewhat of a tumultuous relationship with the stuff … I want it to be tasty yet healthy, nut-less (again, so as not to perish), and seedy but not too seedy. I like mine sweet and salty, hearty but not heavy, crunchy and chewy, clumpy but not requiring jaws of steel. Read more
Jan 17
Bourbon Ice Cream and Coffee Caramel Sauce
We had what dare say was our most successful dinner party yet on Friday night. Without launching into too much superfluous narrative, here’s the details: Read more
Jan 4
Back to work macaroons
Damn you, Molly Wizenberg. Damn you! (In a good way.)
I received Molly Wizenberg’s lovely “A Homemade Life” for Christmas (two copies, in fact), and immediately sank in for two straight days of reading in Portland, which happens to be one of my most favorite activities. The book is taken mainly from her blog, Orangette, which you’ll notice I’ve mentioned more than a few times lately. Each chapter is a story from her life, followed by a related recipe, starting at childhood and ending with her wedding cake. Read more
West Coast Wild Rice Soup
I love grocery stores. It’s probably rare that anyone has been that emphatic about such a place, but in my case this excitement is in no way overstated, fleeting, or insignificant. I was raised on the luxury shopping experience of Minneapolis-based chain Byerly’s/Lund’s thanks to my caterer grandmother and the fact that it was by far the closest store to my house, and it wasn’t until moving to Claremont that I realized the average grocery store didn’t have chandeliers and wall-to-wall carpet, nor as wide and as high-quality a selection of items. This is not at all an indicator that my young life was full of gourmet foods or fancy lifestyle habits, but rather that my family enjoys to have their Doritos and cases of Coke brought to their car for them and that Saturday lunches meant the store’s hearty selection of free weekend samples from the time I was 6 years old. Read more
