Between March and April, we’ve been to IKEA for copious amount of time. With each visit, my 4-yr-old son would ask for their $1.25 cinnamon bun. He loves it so much, sometimes waking up, the first thing he asks is “did you make cinnamon bun today?”
He loves helping me in the kitchen, but the only thing he helps me with from start to finish is cinnamon bun. When making other treats, halfway through, he’ll announce that he’s bored and would rather do something else. Eminently, when it comes to this puffy sweet bun, he waits for the dough to rise, even reminds me to check on it every 30 minutes. Roll the dough up with his tiny hands and tell me whether I cut them too thick or too thin. He wants to make sure it comes out perfect. While he prefers savory food, dark chocolate and anything-cinnamon-flavored top his favorite snack list.
We’ve been using the recipe from The Bread Baker’s Apprentice, and he loves it so. “It’s better than IKEA’s cinnamon bun”, he says.
Couple days ago, Danielle from Runs with Spatula gave me an award, thanks Danielle! It sounds like a fun thing to write but to be honest with you, I don’t know what to write when it comes to 7 things about myself. I will try…
- I’m a bookwhore. My husband hates how I leave books all around. Trip to bookstore is always filled with temptation.
- My yearly new year resolution is to be less profane, somehow I haven’t succeeded yet.
- I get all happy and excited when I go grocery shopping, and spend less than I expected. Then I will show the receipt to my husband and yap about it for a good 15 minutes til he tells me that “I don’t really care how much you save”. Ouch.
- Socially inept. It’s really hard for me to start a conversation. But after 5 minutes of talking, usually things go smoothly.
- I cannot live without chilli sauce. Or chilli itself. We buy the 136oz huge jar and it’ll be gone by the end of the month.
- My husband is 11 years older than me, but sometimes I look 5 years older than him. Life. is. not. fair.
- My right thumb nail is deformed, has been that way since I was 14. Don’t know what’s wrong with it. Anyone?
Back to food, last week I made two huge loaves of ciabatta from Peter Reinhart’s book, Bread Baker’s Apprentice. It was good but definitely not ciabatta. It doesn’t have huge airpockets as it should be. I love eating ciabatta just as is, without any adornments. Unfortunately, this bread-that-was-supposed-to-be-ciabatta (BTWSTBC) is too dense to eat as is. So I decided to slowcook a piece of pork shoulder butt with ketchup, mustard, Worcestershire sauce, bay leaves, paprika, garlic and dried chilli flakes. And shredded it by hands and top the BTWSTBC with the shredded pork. Continue reading
You’re having a bad day, things don’t go the way you wanted them to. What do you eat to make you feel better? My son would want chocolate chips to fix his “owie”. My husband would want a can of beer to cure his headache. I want bread with softened butter slather on top. I love carbs so much, I sometimes wonder how it’d taste to eat carbs on top of carbs on top of carbs (imagine, french bread topped with risotto, topped with fries. Gross? Maybe..)
At times, simple french baguette is enough to satisfy my bread cravings. But my favorite must be brioche. Buttery bread, eaten with some more butter? It sounds good to me. Of course too much of it makes me want to go for a nap. Leftover brioche is perfect for making french toast.
Shitty day becomes better with a slice of brioche. The power of food is amazing, yes? Having to deal with annoying people? Eating brioche will not make them less annoying, but I think the butter helps me calm down. Brioche is my beer goggles. It makes me less profane too.
Another day is saved, thanks to bread!
If I went back in time and told my 15-year-old self that I’d be baking bread at least once every 2 weeks, she wouldn’t believed me. After constant disappointment from buying grocery store bread, I’d rather bake it myself. While bread is ubiquitous, my longing for bread is so sudden, there’s no time to go out and buy it.
Men cannot live on bread alone. It’s true to a certain degree, because it needs to be brushed with olive oil and kosher salt! Bread is so universal, you can have it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Depends on what you serve it with. Today for breakfast, I had a small wedge of this whole wheat bread dipped in black coffee. For lunch, I had it with a bit of softened brie and salad of chopped celery and carrot (quickie salad I called it). For dinner I might have it with the vegetable soup I made earlier today. After one day eating bread alone, I’ll be craving for rice again tomorrow.
2011 is my 7th year in Seattle, I am still not used to the cold weather. Even my husband, who’s been living here his entire life, cannot stand the chill. And after consuming copious amount of herbal soup these past couple weeks, we agreed we need something we haven’t had in a while. But it has to have the same warming effect herbal soup has.
What to eat to fight the chilly weather? Chili, I guess.. My husband is notorious for eating Stagg chili. Which is okay, when nothing else is available. Last time I made chili, we ate it inside taco shells. This time, I made corn bread to soak up all the chili goodness in the bottom of my bowl. And too bad, I’ve consumed all the cilantro with the chicken rice, so I used parsley instead (unfortunately, parsley lacks the kick cilantro adds to the dish). Continue reading
I once thought that pizza shouldn’t be made at home and the only place that sells pizza is Pizza Hut. Well, my grandma used to make pizza for us at home, but it tasted like white sandwich bread with lots of toppings. Her pizza was good, if you can call it that, but lack the chewiness the usual pizza has.
This pizza is the result of impulsive shopping on my part. The pepperonis pack was on sale, then next to it the mozzarella was on sale too. Then I remember there were few tomatoes in the crisper at home, waiting to be used. The light bulb in my head went ‘ding!‘ then I rushed to meet my husband who was at the coffee aisle with our preschooler and told him “what if I make pizza again? Will you eat it?” He would wolfed down DiGiorno’s frozen pizza, but he has this “meh” attitude towards the homemade pizza I make…. He said, yeah, he’ll eat it this time.