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27Apr/10

Holy Muffins Batman!

This muffin has attitude. Just look at them sitting there all unassuming, all casual, all cute. Then you put one in your mouth and it's like, BAM! Flavour town!

You remember the original Batman series right? Of course you do. Silly me. So you would obviously recall those hilarious fight sound animations. If not, here are some examples to jog your memory...

Thwaak!

Zowee!

Blam!

Awwk!

Biff!

Oooff!

Bloop!

Yeah, you remember now. Aren't onomatopoeias fun? These muffins remind me of Batman and Robin, Lemon and Ginger. The dynamic duo. The caped crusaders. Fighting crime and taste bud boredom across the fine city of Gotham.

(Insert Adam West voice over here) To the kitchen! We haven't one moment to lose!

Take that taste bud! Aiiieee!

And that! Gliipp!

And now, to finish you off! (My favourite move) Ker-sploosh!

The thought of Batman in my kitchen is giving me the giggles so here is your recipe.

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26Apr/10

Words of Wisdom and Pudding of Rice.

I'm not sure that I've ever told you that I'm not professionally trained in the kitchen. I think that goes without saying, but I thought I'd just put it out there. I'm mostly self taught though I've gotten loads of good experience with my family. My mom taught me how to make lumpless gravy and my dad showed me how to make a mean lasagna, among other things of course.

I don't think you need to go to a fancy culinary school to learn a thing or two about food. Anyone can be a cook and a darn good one at that. Like most worthwhile things in life, it takes time, practice and an open mind.

Here are a few things that I've learned through my trials and tribulations in the kitchen...

Don't ever, under any circumstances, leave a pot of milk alone on the stove. It will always boil faster than you think it's going to and bubble over into the burner below. Let me tell you if you've never smelled the sickly sweet and sour smell of burnt milk count yourself lucky. It's right up there with burnt hair and baby poop.

It's best to whip cream in a cold bowl with cold utensils. Something about the low temperature creates the best stiff peaks. I imagine that with all that whipping the friction might create a lot of heat as well so it's good to counteract that with chilly tools. Julia Child even suggests to put ice under the mixing bowl but that's a bit overkill in my opinion.

You don't need a fancy schmancy egg separator to divide egg whites from egg yolks. I don't even use the egg shell method either since I've had a few too many pierced egg yolks that way. I just use my own hands. They're much softer than pointy egg shells and much less expensive than egg gizmos, plus they have these built in movable parts to allow the egg white to flow through the cracks, aka fingers.

Less is more. I'm not trying to tell you that you should have one cookie instead of two. I wouldn't presume to have that kind of power over your portion decisions. I mean that the best recipes are the simple ones. Why complicate a good thing with oodles of ingredients that only end up masking and muddying the flavours? Think of the best combinations. Chocolate and peanut butter. Strawberry and banana. Lemon and blueberry. Cinnamon and nutmeg. Tomato and basil. Onion and garlic. Don't mess with a good thing people.

It's important to have fun in the kitchen. I know most of you probably have to cook everyday and you might even struggle to make things interesting for every meal. Don't stress! The moment you start to stress over food is exactly when it becomes a chore. Experiment a little, try something new once in a while, don't be afraid and, above all, keep it fun. I listen to music a lot in the kitchen and I'm not scared to admit that I dance... and sing... a lot... in my pajamas. There, I said it.

And without further delay, the moment we've all been waiting for. Cranberry Orange Rice Pudding. Would you believe I've never tried rice pudding before? It's sad but true. Today was the day and, let me just say, what a good day that was.

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21Apr/10

Ode to a Broken Spatula.


Oh spatula, poor spatula...

You were nothing fancy, but you were my favourite. I didn't tell the other spatulas for fear of making them jealous. We kept that secret to ourselves. You were so beautiful with your comfortable bright orange handle and your one convenient rounded silicon edge.

You were always there when I needed you, waiting and ready to help me out with countless culinary creations. You were there to fold egg whites into chocolate. You stood by me when I poured cake batter into round pans. You even let me use you to lick clean my mixing bowl when I happened to make a particularly scrumptious frosting.

But today, yes today was different. Today I pulled open the drawer where I let you sleep and snatched you out to mix together these rather delicious scones. Not 10 seconds into mixing, with a sudden and final loud snap you broke clean in two.

You lived a long useful life considering I bought you two for a dollar. I miss you spatula. I'm sorry I broke you.

Yours truly,

Lindsey

PS: Thank you for these amazing Cranberry Orange Scones. Your final epitaph. Your legacy. Your masterpiece. Something to remember you by, though they'll not last very long.

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20Apr/10

Double Chocolate Banana “Bread”.

Some of you might recall I mentioned my aversion to bread. I'm not afraid of eating it. Not at all. Or inhaling it's sweet, freshly baked smell.

It's the yeast part I'm actually nervous about. I've never used yeast. Not once. It's a little embarrassing really. Here I am out here on the interwebs claiming to be a baker of sorts and I have yet to tackle the most basic forms of baking. Bread is ancient. It's tried, tested and trusted all over the world. It's intimidating.

Something about the yeast. How you have to add it to warm water and let it...grow? Weird. Then I must knead this dough for...how long? No thanks. Then there's this whole rising part. I mean, what will I do when faced with the inevitability of a hunk of dense, dark, heavy, short, rebellious, un-risen bread? I'll cry, that's what. I'm being a big baby, I know. I just hate failure. And failure in the kitchen just seems to hurt that much more.

I know it's simple. I know it's tasty. Why haven't I made some? Bread. Mysterious bread. You know what the funny part is? I know that once I start making bread, once I leap over that baking hurdle and dive into the fantastic world of bread making, I know I'm going to love it. I won't be able to get enough of it. I'll eat bread morning, noon and night. Foccacia toast for breakfast, french bread paninis for lunch, pulled pork on pretzel rolls for dinner and cinnamon buns for dessert. Sounds pretty good right?

I'll make some. Soon...ish.

In the mean time I made Double Chocolate Banana “Bread”. I always thought It was odd to call it bread when really it's just cake in loaf form. I just like the irresistible alliteration of it. Banana Cake just sounds silly. This is practice for the big day I suppose. I can pretend it's bread, but at least I don't have to pretend it's delicious.

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16Apr/10

Oh, Cookie You’re So Fine!

Oh Cookie, what a pity you don't understand
You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand
Oh Cookie, you're so pretty, can't you understand
It's sweets like you Cookie
Oh, what you do Cookie, do Cookie
Don't break my heart, Cookie
Hey Cookie!

Ahem...

So I took a few creative liberties with the song. I'm sure Toni Basil won't mind.

You're going to have that song stuck in your head all day now aren't you? Why not make the cookies to go along with it. Seriously. Do yourself a flavour favour and make these. The singing is seriously recommended but strictly optional.

In these cookies is the first time I ever ate dulce de leche. Ok wait, scratch that. The first time I ate it was moments earlier with my finger straight out of the freshly opened jar. Could you blame me? I don't regret it. I admit it proudly. Once you just smell it you'll understand. It's irresistible.

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13Apr/10

It’s a Good Thing.

I've just realized that all this time I haven't been properly creaming butter and sugar. Many cookie recipes start out by telling you to “cream together butter and sugar until light and fluffy”. I read this and thought, ok cool thirty seconds should do it. I the peek inside the mixer with satisfaction and say, that looks pretty fluffy.

Wrong!

Martha has shown me the light. In this recipe she asks you to cream together butter and sugar until light and fluffy for not one, not two, but five minutes. I was like, what?! Seriously that long? Well alright. If you say so, Martha. And then something magical happened. My butter and sugar became one harmonized ingredient and fluffed like nobody's business. It's a good thing.

Now, don't get me wrong, it's not like I've been ruining countless batches of cookies before this epiphany. There's lots of evidence to the contrary. They all turned out just fine, apart from that one sheet of peanut butter cookies I tried to shape like four leaf clovers for St. Patrick's Day, but they still tasted just great if a little lopsided. You never saw those. Be grateful you didn't.

So I guess we learn something new everyday. I've learned to obey the greatness that is Martha Stewart. But then again, maybe I didn't. I changed a lot with this recipe. I'm sure the original recipe would be delicious without my tweaking, but I wanted a bit more lemon flavour and a pinch more crystallized ginger. That's ok right? Forgive my insolence Martha, but I made them yummier. Now please don't hurt me.

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12Apr/10

These Are a Few of My Favourite Things.

Turquoise matte nail polish. It makes my nails feel like they're made of satin.

My vintage Fenton milk glass hobnail salt and pepper shakers. They make me want to collect all things milk glass and pretty and dainty.

My beautiful freshwater pearl ring. That trio of pearls on my middle finger always makes me smile whenever I happen to glance down at it.

Origami. I'm actually pretty good at the cranes and flowers.

Peaches. Those fresh, ripe ones that are so juicy you have to lean over the sink when you bite into one so as not to make a mess of your pretty face.

Jars of buttons. My Mom used to have this glass jar filled with mixed buttons from random outfits and I loved sorting them, shaking them, or just running my fingers through their plastic smoothness.

My small assortment of piping tips for icing with my pastry bag. There's nothing more adorably perfect than precisely piped icing on a little cupcake.

My purple suede ankle boots. They make me feel tall...er.

My Kitchen Aid Mixer. Yeah, you saw that one coming.

This Apple Cake. I mean it's from Smitten Kitchen. Have you ever seen anything on Smitten Kitchen that wasn't awesome? No, that's right, you haven't.

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9Apr/10

Happy Accident.

Have you ever really taken the time to think about all the good things in life and how they never would have existed without the influence of some bad things? It's kind of mind boggling actually. I guess that's the balance of life, or karma, or the universe working itself out. Whatever you want to call it, it happens.

This is going to sound silly but it's all true. My wonderful boyfriend, Lee and I, for example, never would have met if it weren't for some random chance encounter on an online video game. That's right. We're nerds. When we met, which was years ago, we lived a grand total of 3,373 km apart. I was in Ontario and he was three provinces away in Alberta. Needless to say, we endured some hardships before we were finally able to be together like we are today.

Happy together. Happy accident. I feel so lucky to have somehow found the love of my life through the random chaos of life. It was not without struggle, but our relationship is stronger for it.

You must be wondering what this all has to do with those delicious cookies up there. That's what you're really here for. I can tell. Well that's a happy accident too. See my original recipe for these cookies calls for corn syrup and shortening, but I don't have either of those so I improvised. I used honey and butter instead and I am so glad I did. The honey gave them a warm, flowery sweetness and the butter made them soft and chewy.

Baking, like life, seems scary with all the precise measurements and specific ingredients, but it's important to remember there's always room to play. You never know what you might end up with. Warm chewy cookies or ooey gooey love.

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7Apr/10

Spring Shenanigans.

I'm sitting out here in the sunny backyard, my computer in my lap and my White Chocolate Strawberry Dessert in hand. Sounds dreamy doesn't it? Yes, yes it is. The birds are singing. The sky is blue. The grass is turning green. The breeze is lazy and refreshing. The temperature is perfectly mild. It makes me sleepy it's so relaxing. It also makes me consider planting my very own herb garden.

The three of us went to the park the other day. I can't tell you how good it feels to finally be able to walk around in jeans and a light sweater and not have to worry about getting frost bite. That might not sound warm enough for you, but that's my favourite weather. Spring is my favourite season by far. We just hung out on the swings and made a ruckus on the play structure then we got slushies. It was the best afternoon.

It's hard to believe that this time next week we might have snow on the ground. Mother Nature should just make up her mind already. Is it Winter or Spring?

I am so looking forward to fresh local strawberries, blueberries, cherries and peaches. That's my favourite time and those are my favourite fruits. For now it's imported strawberries for my Strawberry Curd.

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5Apr/10

The Pros and Cons of Food Blogging.

Sure it seems glamourous with all the chocolate, lemon curd and brown butter, but I'm here today to expose to you the hidden reality of food blogging. I present the pros and cons. It's a delicate balance maintained only by the most unbalanced of people.

Pro: There's always an impressive supply of tasty treats in the house to satisfy your cravings.

Con: You tend to have to exercise more to compensate for said cravings.

Pro: You have an overwhelming urge to make everything pretty and who doesn't like to be surrounded by pretty things?

Con: Another urge that seems to go hand and hand with this one is the need to photograph all the pretty things before they leave your kitchen or, at least, before it enters your mouth. Just ignore the obsessive lady in the apron with the camera securely attached to her face and wait patiently for your cookie.

Pro: Your Kitchen Aid mixer gets quite a lot of use and, I mean let's face it, inspires a sense of childish glee whenever you turn it on. I seriously squealed the first time it creamed butter and sugar together.

Con: You need to do at least two loads of dishes everyday. I have a tiny dishwasher, but I suppose I should be grateful I have one at all.

Pro: You always have a chance to try new things and experiment in the kitchen.

Con: Sometimes those new things become unsuccessful things and your experiments go awry.

Be assured that these Honey Roasted Peanut Butter Cookies were not one of those. They turned out quite thin and crispy which would normally not be preferable, but the satisfying crunch surprise of the candied honey roasted peanuts was a unique way to reinvent a trusted family recipe.

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