We all have that weekend breakfast that mom used to make for us that we crave and associate with home and comfort..for me it’s omelettes. Hearty omelettes with sautéed vegetables turned into sandwiches. Also, occasionally more Indian things like idli and sambar (soft rice cake patties with lentil vegetable soup) or upma (I have no idea how to translate this grain that’s sorta like a courser couscous)
For MTT, the breakfast dish is pohe. It seems simple enough ; a sautéed flattened rice dish with some potatoes in it… And yet, I failed.
The first step of soaking the dried flat rice–turns out I soaked in way too much water and made the rice soggy. The addition of potato–I may have gone potato happy and added way too much. Also, I boiled them first … Making the final texture of my pohe a weird Indian mashed potato.
I will try again in a few weekends. Next weekend it’s all about the omelettes! And that I know I can knock out of the park!
On a lazy Sunday I was webbrowsing and came across a recipe for baked cheese balls. The recipe calls for any semi-hard cheese and I mistakingly thought that cheddar would qualify. MTT loves cheddar and I had some in the fridge. The recipe called for seasoning with dill… MTT loves dill and I had some fresh dill in the fridge. It’s always such a challenge to use fresh herbs before they go bad so I jumped at the chance to make this recipe.
I never stopped to think how the dill would taste with the cheddar. Usually it’s a great combination in breads and scones. Somehow today it didn’t taste right.
I also never stopped to read the comments on the recipe. If I had, I would have known that cheddar would melt in the oven on this recipe. I realized this 10 min into baking time and ran to the oven and turned down the temperature and then ultimately just took them out of the oven.
They were soft but held their shape. But the taste was off. Maybe I used too much dill. Maybe the cheddar balls just didn’t have enough balance. Maybe next time I will wrap the balls in dough.
For now, this will be filed as a misadventure.
I walked into an incredibly smokey kitchen/living room when it dawned on me that my banana bread, that I had left in the oven that I thought I turned off, was a black brick because I turned my oven to broil.
That is all.
There are very few occasions in life I wish I had a dog…or other pet that could consume the occasional debacle to come out of my kitchen…
Today I really wanted to purée something. I had settled on cauliflower…then I realized that the head of cauliflower perhaps had outstayed its welcome in my fridge and would be better suited for the trash can.
I then realized I had barely any fresh veggies at my disposal…but a nice bag of baby carrots called out to me. I did a quick internet search and realized that people do in fact purée carrots. I dutifully boiled my carrots in seasoned water. This, in retrospect, may have been my downfall. At the suggestion of a MasterChef website recipe I added some vinegar to the water….the result was an oddly tangy flavor to the carrots that I hoped would just…disappear as the cooking process continued….
When it came time to purée, I pulled out my blender because I have no faith in my tiny, weak food processor that vaguely starts to smell of burning when I keep it on too long. However, as MTT was quick to say “why aren’t you using the food processor? That’s what it’s for. To process foods”.
I hate to admit it, but he was right. The carrots at the bottom of the blender were puréed alright, but the ones on the top stayed in their boiled cylindrical glory. I then broke out the food processor and added some sour cream and tasted. Still some weird twang…either the vinegar was holding tight or the carrots were just plain bad to begin with. I added some sugar to counteract the vinegar. I thrust a spoon into MTT’s mouth and he asked what the goal was…I meekly remarked “side-dish?”
Clearly that wasn’t gonna fly. So I tried to salvage the labor-intensive purée and make a custard. I mixed my purée with eggs, sugar, vanilla extract and some other things and baked. This time when I forced a spoon into MTT’s mouth, he said “Now it tastes like a side-dish!”.
We both decided that the taste just wasn’t there and we’d just have to count this as a loss and feed the garbage can. But not until after I took a picture for this post 😉