Do you have a sweet tooth? Apparently if you are always craving sweets, your diet may be deficient in protein. It seems a bit counterintuitive—want a chocolate bar? Go eat some almonds—but it is actually very true.
Some flavours are just meant to be together—it's like destiny, food-style. Cilantro and lime are flavour soul mates—they just go together like peas and carrots. The addition of cilantro and lime to a basic dish, like rice and beans, escalates it from "plain and boring" to "superstar." Add a little cumin into the mix and the flavour is out of this world.
I went on a fabulous beach vacation over spring break and now my pants don't fit. The button on my jeans is protesting my overconsumption of beer and "hey, it's vacation!" tortilla chips and chocolate treats.
Last month, when it was minus thirty outside and it felt like winter would never, ever end, I went grocery shopping and saw in the produce aisle asparagus on sale. Signs of spring! My husband grew up in a place where asparagus grew wild and to him, springtime was ushered in by the sight of asparagus poking through the soil. I'm happy enough to see it in the produce section.
Sometimes, amazing things—like penicillin, Viagra, potato chips, and the microwave—are created entirely by accident. As everyone's favourite fuzzy-haired painter, Bob Ross, says, "There are no mistakes, only happy accidents." That may or may not be a completely true statement, but this dish, full of gorgeous roasted vegetables and zestiness, was created by accident, and it was indeed a happy one.
When I was a swinging single girl, I used to eat the following things for dinner on a rotating basis: instant rice with steamed broccoli, popcorn, and pasta with jarred sauce. Regardless of the brand I purchased, the sauce never had quite the right flavour for me—it was always too sweet or too garlicky, too bland or too bloat-inducing. I wasn't much of a cook back then (obviously), so I didn't know how easy it can be to make a basic tomato sauce.
It seems whenever I turn on the news these days, the first story is about the frigidly cold weather, followed by advice on staying warm. When the wind chill factor dips below minus thirty, there is not much that can tempt me to leave the warmth of my house, even if the fridge is almost empty and the cupboards are nearly bare.
When I received a copy of Homemade Doughnuts, by Kamal Grant, for review, my eight-year-old son nearly lost his mind with happiness. This book provides a number of delectable doughnut recipes, as well as icings, glazes, fillings, and fun toppings, like carrot sprinkles and orange dust, which I can't wait to try. My doughnut-loving son and I spent several evenings together at bedtime, reading through the recipes and admiring the gorgeous photography.
Forget the mom wars, I'm more interested in the cookie wars. I am a die-hard chewy cookie person—I purposefully under bake my cookies just the teensiest bit, so that they are soft and chewy in the centre.
Here's the situation—it's 11:55 and you're hungry. Starving, even. You cannot stop thinking about lunch. Temptations abound; the takeout place around the corner is calling out its siren song of french fries and pizza by the slice.