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True Story: I make these crackers. Friends come over for drinks and apps. They see these crackers sitting on a plate on the corner and immediately exclaim, “Oh my gosh, are those Ina’s Parmesan and Thyme Crackers?!” Wow. I had no idea when I made these that their reputation preceded them. Of course, it might say more about the kind of crowd I run with more than anything else, but obviously, I hadn’t done my homework on these bad boys. They had just looked good while I was paging through the cookbook, and they looked easy and I had everything to make them, so I figured… Why not?
But now I suppose that these crackers are somewhat famous. So I guess they need no introduction. Which is good, because I’m at a loss for words today. I’m still thinking about that beer-braised pork. All I can tell you is that they are, indeed, very tasty. If you’re looking for a true cracker, something to spread paté on, or top with cheese, these might not be ideal. Their texture is closer to a shortbread cookie rather than a cracker. They’re really best, in my opinion, on their own, with a little cocktail or a glass of wine. So, without further ado, here is the recipe for Parmesan and Thyme Crackers. Continue reading
I feel it’s only fair after subjecting you all to Brussels sprouts, and urging you to give them another try, that I give something a second try, too. The tough part about that is… there are so few foods that I don’t like. I will eat pretty much anything. Not eggs shells or raw potatoes like someone we know, but….
The reason I’m so big on giving not-so-favored foods a second shot is because in the past, when I’ve done it, I’ve always been rewarded. Over the years, our tastes change, and if we don’t keep trying something, how will we know that we still don’t like it? I know this all sounds very reasonable, but I can acknowledge that some foods are just… not for me. And I’m sad to say that fennel has always been that food for me. Continue reading
Be honest. Aren’t there things you wait to do until your significant other leaves the house? Re-arrange the dishwasher so that the plates face the right way? Watch Real Housewives of New York? Feed the dog pieces of bacon because he loves them so much? As much as I love being with my hubby, and I really don’t like it when he has to be somewhere else, there are certain things that just don’t happen when he’s here. Granted, he’s pretty much the most tolerant person ever, so there aren’t many.
However, there is just this one little thing that he won’t have in his presence. Eggs for dinner. No poached with toast, no scrambled with sausage, no fried on top of anything. No. Eggs. For. Dinner. Which is fine, I get it, but we have this one little problem: I would put an egg on top of anything and call it a meal. I haven’t always been this way, and I couldn’t tell you when it started. Maybe college? Maybe when I lived on my own after college? I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that now I’m addicted and I can’t stop. I try to rein it in most of the time, but when the cat’s away the mice will play… with eggs.
Yesterday was hot. I mean, it was really hot for May, so much so that it was kind a shock to my system. The trees are still blossoming all pinky and purple and the I’m just recovering from the constant joy of seeing green leaves on the way to work. And then all of a sudden there is this blast of heat that pushes my brain into memories of summer BBQs and beach days. How am I supposed to deal with that? Continue reading