Some recipes deserve a long and lovely introduction, drawing you into a warm and inviting kitchen to join with the happy people there. This is not one of those recipes.
This recipe was concocted as I stood in the kitchen on an unseasonably hot April day, staring at a case of Pom Wonderful pomegranate juice. (Thanks, Pom people!) While some juices taste like overly sweetened shadows of their source fruit, pomegranate juice is tangy, with the pure and unmistakable taste of...well, pomegranates. All I needed to do was sweeten the juice a tiny bit and add a smidge of lemon to brighten the flavor. Poof! Like magic, Pomegranate Limoncello Sorbet was created.
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When I was a kid, I was not exactly enamored with lamb. It wasn't common fare around my place and, when it was served, it was one of the few meats that got the utterly unimaginative preparation of salt/pepper/garlic, grilled and with mint jelly on the side. It wasn't bad, but it certainly was not the usual, creative dinner I was spoiled enough to expect.
Fast forward a few years, errr, decades and lamb is rapidly becoming one of my favorite meat choices.
I am lucky enough to have friends, like Farmgirl, who have sheep and they have introduced me to many ways to prepare lamb - with nary a hint of mint jelly in sight. The only downside to this is that Susan lives halfway across the country and, try as we may, we have not yet figured out how to shove a rack of lamb through the tubes of the internets. Must be coming in the next version of Windows...
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Scattered.
If I had to pick one word for my life the last while, it would have to be scattered. Just as one crazy thing is brought under control, the next careens into view. Like garlic butter in your cake pan. Or a teetering stack of biscuits.
One of my surest cures for scattered is bread. As I gather the bits
of ragged dough and knead them together into a cohesive whole, I am,
likewise, remade just a bit, my loose edges reintegrated and all that. It's one of my favorite meditative states.
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