If ever a snack food deserved a revival, it’s the cheese straw. What should be as common as its orange finger-producing bastard cousin, the Cheez-It, has been relegated to bridal showers and church socials for at least 60 years as ladies insist on chilling and twisting the dough, running it through a cookie press or piping it through a star tip to create those fussy scallops.
Sooner or later, all my conversations inevitably turn to food. Don’t believe me?
I continue my education of vegetarian cooking from my super-fabulous cook and neighbor, Tracy. I first wrote about her when she delivered this French Picnic Tart to my door shortly after I had Mini-Whipped.
I can make a mean pizza, but it took me a while to learn how. Maybe I should rephrase that - I can make a mean pizza, but it took me a while to find the right teacher .
In Greek: φύλλο, pronounced FEE-lo
When I became a Jones 15 years ago, it quickly became clear that I needed to learn to bake french bread like my mother-in-law. Her bread is the star of her kitchen and coveted by all who taste it. During a visit about a year after being married, I absorbed as much of her technique as I could while she instructed me.
Bake up a dozen hot, fresh flour tortillas faster than your SO can go to the store and get them!
Oven-fresh bread is one of life’s simple joys. Ciabatta, a crisp-crusted Italian bread with hints of sourdough and loads of crannies longing for butter, is one of the easiest breads to make at home.