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business or pleasure?

Monday, March 8th, 2010

I don’t see why it can’t be both.  I spent the weekend in Kitty Hawk, NC for work.  You didn’t read that wrong.  I really did get paid to go to the beach.  We went on various field trips which were a blast, and I feel quite a bit more knowledgeable on the subject of beach erosion.

I couldn't think of a better way to start the morning.

I couldn't think of a better way to start the morning.

I felt a little silly taking pictures of my food during business meetings, so my words will have to suffice.  Dinner Friday night was divine.  I ordered the pork tenderloin, and that’s what I got.  An entire pork tenderloin.  It was overwhelming to say the least.  This was followed up by one of the best key lime pies I’ve ever eaten.  Ok… I don’t have many words either.  Deal.

Saturday, we went to Jockey’s Ridge, which include some of the largest sand dunes I’ve ever seen.  Realize that my grandparents live 20 minutes from White Sands, NM.  I got the bright idea to trek all the way to the top of the largest one.

See the huge dune and the tiny people?

See the huge dune and the tiny people?

Then, the Wright brothers’ memorial, which is nothing more than a glorified sand dune covered in grass with a big piece of rock at the top. My legs hurt like they haven’t hurt in a while.  … and I really started thinking that it must have really sucked to pull a plane all the way up a huge sand dune just to have a failed flight down it.  Props to Orville and Wilbur!

The drive back was miserable.  9pm to 1am, I listened to Adventures in Odyssey while throwing gummy worms and chex mix into my mouth.  …ok, so it wasn’t SO miserable.

Work shmork, the purpose of my trip was accomplished at lunch the day after I got home.

Photo by Nathan Clendenin

Photo by Nathan Clendenin

The fresh rockfish was amazing.  We drizzled with butter, topped with salt and pepper, wrapped in foil, and baked at 450 for about 20 minutes.  Served with risotto and snow peas.  Delicious.

Here we go a-waffling

Saturday, March 6th, 2010
Photo by Nathan Clendenin

Photo by Nathan Clendenin

When I tell people about my new favorite blog, I seem to get one of two responses:

1) Wow! That sounds really neat. I think I’d like to waffle things. Do you dip things in batter, or what? How does this work? I want to know!

2) … the things people blog about. I might as well start a blog about my cats.

The only outlier thus far has been during this conversation between Valerie and another coworker:

V: I didn’t know “waffle” could be a verb.
H: It can; remember that Christmas song… “here we go a-waffling*”?

*She means wassailing, although, frankly, I’m a fan of her version of the song..

… back to the first group, though…

You’re wrong, and here’s why: at the root of that statement is an idea that fundamentally shapes your worldview. This idea is essentially that waffles are just pancakes in a funny shape. This is false, and if you don’t know why, I have nothing more to say to you.

To the second group…

Will you be my best friend?

All of that said, I’ve taken up waffling as my new hobby, and thus waffled shortcake that I served with strawberries and vanilla yogurt, topped with a sprinkling of cinnamon.

Photo by Nathan Clendenin

Photo by Nathan Clendenin

A few things I’ve learned about waffling:

  1. Since waffling things is generally experimentation, it may not come out great the first time. Try before serving.
  2. Do not overcook.
  3. Do not undercook.

Expect more waffled recipes in the future.

A moment for giddiness

Tuesday, February 16th, 2010

I don’t have much time, as I really need to get ready for work and go eat the muffins that just came out of the oven and put the chicken broth that I cooked last night into some sort of container so it can be saved… BUT Nathan sent me this link, and I *have* to share it. Now.

This is my new favorite food blog: http://www.waffleizer.com/

Experiments don’t always go right

Friday, February 12th, 2010

For the longest time, I only used recipes found on foodnetwork.com.  The way Quentin said it once, this way, I know they’re good.  AllRecipes is always a nice resource, but I find myself acting more the skeptic on that sight.  ”3 tablespoons of salt?  I don’t think so…”  Lately, I’ve been bonding with the rest of the food blog community.  I found a listing of some of the most popular, and I’ve used this to link to others that I’ve found helpful.  But this doesn’t help you much when you’re looking for a specific recipe, which I was (I’ll explain why in a moment).  Somebody (though for the life of me, I can’t remember who – sorry) had a link to this on their blog.  Since I discovered it, it’s become a go to resource when I want to find specific recipes by people a lot like me.

… so why was I looking for a recipe?  I got an email from my brother awhile back, which read as follows: “If you were planning to get me a birthday gift, but didn’t want to spend a lot of money, these sound really good.”  His birthday is this Saturday, so this past weekend, I started looking at the recipe more seriously, figuring out what ingredients I needed to get.  Not to criticize his tastes on his birthday, but 2 cups of almond meal/flour (which I found to be the same thing when talking to a friend of mine who often cooks gluten free) made me sick to my stomach.  I’ve actually been avoiding almonds all week (even Valerie’s chocolate covered ones) because the thought of that much almond really bothers me.  The rest of the recipe didn’t sound much better.  He talks of putting them in the freezer so they don’t get too brittle, an interesting idea to be sure.  I’m rarely snobby about my cooking, but I made the decision that I knew better than my brother on the subject of cooking (even if it was gluten free) and over-ruled him.

… but then it was Saturday, and I needed to do something.  I found a bag of “gluten free flour mix” at Target.  I decided to go with a normal banana oatmeal cookie and just replace the flour with my gluten free alternative.  The results might have been amazing, but for a two mistakes.  I ran out of oats, with a cup and a half still to go.  It was 8 o’clock the evening before I needed to mail them, and I had already been to the store for butter.  I’ll just replace it with a little more flour.  This was mistake number 1.  Had it been “normal” flour, it might not have mattered as much.  Mistake number 2 is something I intend to grow from.  I was insecure about the cookies, so I peeked in the oven on them after only about 5 minutes of baking.  They had spread quite a bit and weren’t rising at all.  I ended up dumping in 1/4 cup more flour and a bit more baking soda, and this was a mistake.  As it turns out, that’s all the spreading they would do, and they rose quite a bit after that.  The first batch was delicious, but the rest were just a little two dry.  I played with baking temperature, hoping to remedy this, but it didn’t have much effect.  The result was a sub-par cookie.  Sorry, bro.

I love experimenting, and people might be prone to think that all experiments go well when you’re a talented cook.  Perhaps they do under those circumstances, but if that be so, I clearly am not talented.  Nor are many other well respected chefs.  In fact, my experimentation almost always stems from my laziness (I don’t want to go to the store to buy the right ingredients or I don’t want to wash all the dishes that would demand) or a desire for self-expression (wouldn’t it be fun to put cinnamon chips* in it??).  It really isn’t as honorable as some make it seem, and it has been the source of many failed meals.  More often than not, my experimentation gets me into trouble when it comes to baking.  I just don’t know enough or have enough patience to be a good baker without a recipe.  Still, I often refuse to use one.  Eat my baked goods at your own risk.

My next post will contain the cookies I was pleased to present to Chris as a birthday present, though they weren’t at all what he asked for.  Be not discouraged by my failures.

*I found cinnamon chips at Kroger in the clearance bin.  I’ve been throwing them into all sorts of baked goods since.

Jenny and Jennifer

Tuesday, January 26th, 2010

I stumbled upon this recipe when I was looking for something to take to a church potluck.  It’s since become a favorite of mine (with a few modifications, of course).  The most recent time I prepared this was for the culinary collaboration.  Jennifer, a co-worker of mine, and I decided that we must have this for lunch the following day and quickly planned an evening get together over chicken casserole, Penelope, margaritas, and cooking.  I rattled off a list of ingredients, forgetting to add anything that I consider a “staple” in my own kitchen.  We agreed on adding sausage, and I added evaporated milk* to the list.

When I got to her house and actually looked up the recipe, I was suddenly worried.  I had forgotten to mention cheddar cheese, sour cream, and eggs.  Jennifer pulled eggs and cheese out of the fridge, noting that she always has them around (like me).  Then she scrounged in the fridge for some sour cream.  What she found was a bit of a surprise: an unopened container with an expiration date of 09/28/09.  She looked a little ashamed after reading the date aloud, and even more so when I noted that she had moved nearly two months after that date had passed.  Her husband gave it a try and declared it fine.  Jennifer seemed a bit hesitant to use it, perhaps worried that I would find this unacceptable.  I pushed for its inclusion.

On the whole, our job of cooking was a success.  I didn’t measure a thing, the dishes were all cleaned before we even put the macaroni in the oven, and Jennifer and I had smoothly passed off duties when I couldn’t find a mixing bowl or couldn’t work her can-opener.  I’ve never felt so in sync with someone in the kitchen before.  It seemed only natural that such an experience would be with somebody who shares my name.

A few days later, the two of us a co-taught a workshop for middle school students.  At the end of the workshop, each student completed a brief reflection on how the day had gone.  One of the questions reads “who helped you today?”  Imagine our delight when one of the answers echoed our feelings in the kitchen: “Jenny or Jennifer?  Their names were like the same!”

*America’s Test Kitchen Cookbook claims evaporated milk doesn’t curdle in baked macaroni.  I’ve never made it with regular milk, and it’s always been a success.  I’m not changing now.