Hey peeps. Remember this? This evil creation that is a cross between a cookie and a cake so buttery you’d be wanting to gnaw on carrot sticks for the rest of the evening? Well, as luck would have it, turns out that I have carrots in my fridge that could be put to good use. Oh and butter too. Lots of it.
It’s been a while since I’ve participated in FFwD. Life and new projects have been keeping me busy these past couple of months. I feel slightly guilty about this. I’ve been wanting to post something for quite some time now but lately the scheduled recipes require that I trek to specialty stores downtown. I know that it’s a little extra effort I’ve signed up for when I joined this group but frankly these past few weeks have been so crazy that I just want to cook something simple, with ingredients that are readily available from my local grocery store around the corner. But me wanting something simpler doesn’t mean that I’ve put away my AMFT. In fact lots of Dorie recipes are quite simple and I’ve made lots of them recently. In an attempt to get my groove back into blogging, I’d like to share some of those photos with you. And although I’m not posting the correct recipe for this week’s FFwD, I’ll at least honour the theme: soup! Glorious bowls of soup.
Oh, hello there! You haven’t forgotten me have you? This little tiny blog that talks about food and such from a humble home cook in her humid hot kitchen in the tropics. Yes, that home cook who promised herself in mid October (and for the gazillionth time) that she will update her blog SOON. Yes, yes, that one. The one who gets a little carried away by new projects and kind of put aside old ones.. for a little while. Ahem.. yes, only for a little while.
Truth be told, I haven’t been around in the kitchen much last month. Namely because I was deprived of my own kitchen. Let me explain: My husband and I have decided to invest in a modest apartment. And by modest, I mean small. And by small, I mean.. err.. tiny. Okay, okay, it’s box-cage like. But size doesn’t really matter right (right?) when it’s our first home! That we BOUGHT with OUR OWN money. I am of course, tempted to turn the whole apartment into one very big kitchen where I could fit the refrigerator of my dreams, and a luxurious island, where I could just casually whip up breakfast pancakes for my guests who are sitting and chatting cheerfully around the island, whilst admiring the beauty of my kitchen counter… but I don’t think my husband would dig that option. Oh well, at least I still get a kitchen. My very own tiny kitchen that I will get to design! Oh, I get the jitters just thinking about it. Of course, there is still much work to be done. Oh so much.