I posted the recipe for my mother Claudia’s French toast a while ago. For a few people it is a treat, but it is a bit finicky in that you have to soak the bread slices and then cook them two at a time. If you are having a crowd at the table, this leaves some people hungry while they wait for the next batch. My memory is that she made this when we had breakfast company.
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Before I left home for the first time, I sat down with my mother’s recipe box and wrote down my favorite dishes. These were all written to fit on a 3×5 card, written to remind her about how to make the dish. As a result, they are often hard for anyone else to “unpack” the sometimes cryptic instructions. Continue reading
It is the Fourth of July, so I decided to do something a little patriotic. Red jam, white flour and dried blueberries seemed just the ticket for a holiday breakfast.
Several weeks ago, this dish was all the rage because Australian millionaire Tim Gurner suggested that it was the reason that young people couldn’t afford to buy a house. While I will admit that the price of avocados has gone up since I was that age, it is still not that expensive if you go to an ethnic store. You can sometimes find them for $1 apiece at Marina Grocery—as opposed to $2.50 at Safeway.
I am barbecuing Argentinean beef and I wanted some kind of starchy side dish. Although it is from the other end of the South American continent, I suggested Venezuelan arapas—basically a thick corn pancake—but for some reason Jan said “No.” She was more amenable to empanadas—stuffed pocket bread.
Jan had requested meatloaf for dinner and I wanted a bread-like side dish to go with it. Jan has problems with digesting fats and she generally avoids white flour breads. Knowing that Jan would probably eat only a bite or two of this bread—Jan would be happy with just the salad and the meat—freed me to make it how I would really like it to be.