Making the same tired old peanut butter and jelly sandwich on sliced bread day after day, week after week can’t be exciting. And no matter how often the kids request it, can it really be all that thrilling to eat over and over again? We’re going to assume the answer to that is no.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Here’s a fun breakfast you can make this weekend. My family love German Pancakes (at our house they are called Hootenannies). So when I saw the idea of making mini ones at a site called Gimme Some Oven I had to try them.
Ok, what is up with eggs?!!? They seem to be in everything lately! From topping pizzas, to burgers (shout out to Blanc , for KC locals!)
Eggs in a basket was the first meal I ever cooked. I was in 5th grade, and it was a Sunday morning at my best friend's house after a sleepover. We woke up hungry, and for some reason his parents weren't home.
From the molten yolk and bacon crunch of a hand-held breakfast, to the gooey charm of grilled cheese for lunch, nothing matches the simple pleasures of well-made sandwiches.
Yes, I am still working my way through my post-vacation “cook every great thing I had to eat while in Vermont” syndrome. I think this might be the end of it, but it is a delicious and easy one.
Why are these called French omelets?
I am a complete sucker for any recipe that does something out of the ordinary with eggs…provided that it stays within my weekday “must be able to be made in 30 minutes or under rule.” I love and adore eggs (which works out so conveniently with my love and adoration of bacon), but there’s only so many poached/fried/scrambled eggs a girl can eat, and variety is the spice of life, and all that. So when I happened on this recipe for crepes that are baked with ham and an egg inside, I moved straight to the top of the recipe pile.
Cinnamon Roll Waffles
I rolled my eyes at the red velvet cake trend, but now I can’t get enough.
There's a lot of misconception when it comes to "barbecue." The problem is the word itself.
Filed under the very large category of Things Pretty Much Every New Yorker Already Knew About But Was News To Me (don’t bother trying to hail a cab after noon on a Friday, filthy stoops are irresistible for the chill-minded set , etc.), the City Bakery on 18th Street has some astoundingly good French toast on Sunday mornings. It’s also astoundingly expensive, as things will go at a bakery with sweets like you can’t find anywhere else and an iron grip on its original recipes.
There’s a thing in my house that when you have ripe ol bananas either you make banana bread or banana fritters.