Choosing my recipe for this week was tough, and I mean seriously, seriously difficult. This is mainly because my love of cheese far exceeds what any normal, rational, health-conscious, Minnesotan girl’s should. But, growing up in the midwest, with Wisconsin right next door…. can you blame me? I will happily eat cheese for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
“If there was a house of Cheese, I would definitely live in it” stated Chad this afternoon. And he would…likely without inviting Elliot and me.
Ok, let’s talk hot chocolate. I love a good hot chocolate in hand while meandering through the St. Paul Winter Carnival. But what if you could kick your cocoa up a notch? What if your cocoa could not only be silky, chocolaty, hot goodness in a mug, but it could also be flavored with a hint of cinnamon and warm your throat and your belly with the little zing of dried chiles? I’m here to tell you, it can. And it’s delicious.
An oh so familiar scene…You start small. You cut and devour a 1″x 1″ section. Then you slice another sliver off. And another. By the time the night is over, only small crumbs remain in that clear glass pan.
Today will mark the first huge snowstorm that we have had yet in Minnesota this winter. There are a few things I really look forward to when there is promise of piles and piles of the fluffy, white stuff. First there’s sweaters, and I’m talking the huge, soft, fall-into-them, probably-belonged-to-your-dad kind of sweaters. Of course we have to have a great movie marathon and in our house, this usually means at least 6 hours of Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings.
I think I am Jewish. I don’t have 100% proof (other than my deep love for Jewish food and culture), but our ancestors DID flee from Russia to Germany and changed their name from Meyer to Mayer. Just saying. So I celebrate my potential Jewish heritage through cooking and appreciation for such a deep, historical religion and culture.
Is there really anything better than a big bowl of creamy, silky mashed potatoes? Maybe, but I really doubt it. I once worked with a gal who jokingly (sort of) said that if she could swim in a delicious vat of buttery, mashed potatoes – she would…..I agreed.
Pancakes. The perfect weekend treat that comes in many shapes and forms. Who knew that a flour, milk and egg base could lead to such a wonderfully delicious world of fluffy griddle cakes, puffy and eggy pannekoeken, corn cakes or, my favorite, Swedish pancakes. I grew up knowing these as 1-2-3 pancakes, coined by my grandfather, alluding to the simplistic nature of the recipe. They are an eggy, thin, crepe-like pancake that you roll up and serve with any variety of toppings (inside or out).