
Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Monday, July 27, 2009
I've become a big fan of casseroles. While they aren't considered to be very sophisticated cooking, they certainly meet my needs at this stage in life. Here's why:Monday, June 8, 2009
I originally found this recipe on Allrecipes, but what I will post below is my rendition of it. They are fairly healthy for a snack, extremely fast to make and wonderfully versatile. (Enjoying my excessively used adverbs?)Playgroup Granola Bars
- 2 cups rolled oats
- 1/4 cup packed brown sugar
- 1/2 cup wheat germ (or whole wheat flour)
- 3/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon
- 1 cup all-purpose flour
- 3/4 cup raisins (optional)
- 3/4 teaspoon salt
- 1/2 cup honey (or 1/4 c. honey and 1/4 c. corn syrup - if you don't like strong honey flavor)
- 1 egg, beaten
- 1/2 cup vegetable oil (or 1/4 c. oil and 1/4 c. peanut butter)
- 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
I am a hand-washing fanatic. I couldn't tell you how many times I wash my hands throughout the day. I also don't like using gloves to wash dishes because I'm semi-obsessed about being able to feel whether all the food bits have come off. On top of this, I have used a variety of lotions with very little success because I have small pores and the lotion doesn't soak in. A couple of hours after applying, when I go to wash my hands, the lotion will wash away.Monday, June 1, 2009
When we lived in China, we rarely ate sandwiches. Good bread was hard to find (I made my own most of the time, so it was a little more rationed), deli meats were untrustworthy, cheese was expensive, etc... We ended up having two hot meals a day - one being left-overs or quick (cheap) Chinese take-out.Friday, May 1, 2009
I have had a couple people ask me about my yogurt, so I thought I should post about it. 
| Method A: | Prewarm oven to 200 degrees F and turn off. Use an oven thermometer to monitor temperature — do not let it drop below 100 degrees F. Turn oven on for short periods during incubation to maintain a temperature of 108 degrees F to 112 degrees F. |
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| Method B: | Line an ice chest (picnic cooler) with aluminum foil. Place four, one-quart jars filled with hot water (about 140 degrees F) inside the ice chest with the yogurt container(s) and cover ice chest with a tight-fitting lid. Allow space between jars and container(s) of yogurt. |
| Method C: | Nestle several cardboard boxes inside each other, placing crushed newspapers between each box. Continue as directed in Method B for ice chest. |
| Method D: | A simple way to incubate a small amount of yogurt is to pour the yogurt mixture into a wide-mouth thermos and cover with a tight lid. When the yogurt is ready, loosen the thermos lid before storing it in the refrigerator so the yogurt can cool rapidly. |
| Method E: | Set filled container(s) of yogurt on a towel-covered heating pad set on medium heat in a sheltered corner on a kitchen counter. Cover the jars with several towels. |
Monday, April 20, 2009

But... I don’t have a picture of the final result because right when I am supposed to be putting the bread in the oven, I get a long-distance phone call which takes 15 mintues and leaves me feeling somewhat discouraged. Then I rush into the kitchen to turn on the oven for my over-risen rolls and madly start preparing dinner.
Meanwhile, my son is doing everything he can to hinder me. After making it clear that the water in the sink is off-limits today, he proceeds to pull the water pitcher off the counter, flooding the floor. I’m mopping and trying to keep him out of the mess at the same time. In the process, I spill some of the egg white for basting my rolls all over the counter – another mess to clean.
I’m frustrated and grumpy knowing that the rolls won’t turn out, dinner is going to be late, my family will probably hate what is on the menu anyways, my kid is too much underfoot and most of all, my husband is peacefully sitting upstairs, oblivious to all the fuming and stewing going on in the kitchen. Does he not know how annoyed I am? (No) Shouldn’t he sense my mood – we are supposed to be “one”, right? (Uh.. I don’t think it works that way - at least not 3 rooms away.) How can he be so inconsiderate to let me slave away down here while I'm sure he is doing nothing important. (Irrational assumptions.)
All the negative energy must have made its ways upstairs (or perhaps the sounds of sniveling?) because my knight in shining armor DID come down to see if I needed help and took a little boy off my hands. Now what was it that I so upset about exactly? How much easier it would have been if I just had asked for help in the very beginning rather than testing my husband’s love in an exam he didn’t even know about (yet somehow managed to pass with flying colors).
Dinner ended up being just so-so.. the bread had all stuck together rather than being individual rolls, but eh… it’s just a meal and not worth destroying our family harmony over, right?
So…. Let’s just pretend that these were my beautiful dinner rolls okay?
