I got a little distracted as we are currently trying to adopt new kittens, but here is week 12 of our quarantine cooking life.
My journey with bread baking continues to be fascinating. I've had some failures. I've had some successes. I've had a lot of fun along the way and I feel confident enough to try this crazy thing.
As we continue our exciting quarantine life, I continue to journal my cooking adventures. I love to cook and this has only given me more of an excuse to focus on it and share it.
I love cooking and I love homemade food. Quarantine life has given me an opportunity to just go all in on this as we are now hesitant to even order take out.
In mid-February, my food processor/blender stopped working. The blades just were not turning anymore. This was discovered in the midst of needing the shredder for the meal I was preparing, so it was very stressful. Anyway, I contacted Cuisinart's customer service the next day and was informed I would need to send it in for … Continue reading Life Without My Food Processor
We are all in unknown territory. We can still all be reasonable and find ways to get through this still feeling good about ourselves. We can also feed our family with a few basics and without creating waste.
Dinner with a 10 year old can be a challenge. Add to the normal pickiness a vegetarian diet and it can be a challenge to keep it interesting for the rest of us.
I love cabbage and Iove refining favorite recipes. Bieroks are a family favorite, which I have modified over the years and even adapted for a vegan version.
My vegan daughter has been around for dinner more frequently lately, so I have definitely had to adapt. I don't want her feeling like she's got the "special" plate and everyone else is eating a different meal, frequently something she would have liked a lot prior to going vegan. So we're adapting. Don't get me … Continue reading The Semi-Vegan Plunge
I have a nice little pasta machine. It's the hand crank style, nothing super fancy. I've had it for more than a decade. I've used this machine maybe once a year. Every so often, I decide I want to make fresh pasta, and I drag the medieval contraption out from whatever generally unopened, dark cabinet … Continue reading Pasta Masochist