In Daring Bakers, Tarts/Pies on November 27, 2010 at 7:22 pm
Ever since starting my food blog, I’ve become interested in the preparation of food. By the time six o’clock rolls around and my parents are in the kitchen making dinner, I hover behind them. On days they are cooking with onions, I can’t help but stir the thin, translucent layers as they bubble in a fragrant coat of olive oil, turning crisp and brown at the edges. And if they are frying a cut of beef, I’m always standing nearby, inhaling the scent of butter wafting up from the pan.
Since the weather is finally cooling down, we’re enjoying hearty, satisfying stews made by my mother while I’m away at school. I can’t help her when I’m gone, but after coming home and recounting my day to her, the first words to inevitably slip out from between my lips are, “What’s for dinner?” Read the rest of this entry »
In Yeast Breads on November 12, 2010 at 2:32 pm
I thought I would post something a little different today. For fear of boring you, I’m not posting the usual essay. Instead, I’m sharing a piece of writing I had to work on for my English class. We were to write a sonnet, our teacher told my class before dismissing us from a lesson on Shakespeare last week. It had to meet the requirements – fourteen lines, three quatrains and a couplet, an interlocking rhyming scheme, and written in iambic pentameter. It was also to contain metaphors and similes, and hyperboles and personification.
We had a day off last Friday, so I had a whole stretch of days awaiting to be filled before classes resumed on Monday. Friday passed, then Saturday, after which I baked these pretzels, and come Sunday morning, I decided that as pleasant as it was to have a break from school, homework was waiting to be completed. I’m not one to procrastinate, but when it comes to writing, I know not to force myself. The words come when they are ready; I can feel it in my fingertips, eager to rush across the keyboard. Though I may have started to become anxious as the sun set Sunday evening and I realized just how hard it was to write a sonnet, I’m glad I took my time. Read the rest of this entry »
In Daring Bakers, Yeast Breads on November 5, 2010 at 9:30 am
Most days, I bake in solitude, free from thoughts of school and homework. Our tiny kitchen is bathed in golden sunshine when I come home from school, tired and in need of a break. It beckons me, inviting, and I’m happy to oblige and tie the stained, checkered apron around my waist. As I scoop flour out of the bin and set out cubes of butter to soften to just the right temperature, I’m kept company by the kitchen’s soul.
It has personality; it’s a friend whom I can communicate with without the disruption of words. I am familiar with all of its quirks – the way the oven preheats in minutes I can count on one hand, though it runs a little hot. The gentle creak of the oven door opening before a rush of warm heat washes over my face. And the comforting hue of the oatmeal colored counter top, complete with dark rings of coffee stains and and the occasional stray crumb. No room is more familiar to me than this one, the kitchen which I’ve learned to love over the past year. No longer is it a place I wander into for a quick drink of ice cold water, or to pull out from the first drawer four sets of forks and knives on my way to set the dinner table. I’ve spent some of my happiest times in there, elated and grinning widely when a recipe turns out just right, and the most frustrating, tear-inducing moments I’ve lived through. But all of these moments are spent alone, until I share them with my family, and then here, on my blog. Read the rest of this entry »