Ronald Weasley. Jessica Rabbit. Carrot Top. Tori. Beer. Conan.
Just a handful of the things that the word “ginger” brings to mind.
A request for ginger snaps sent me on a Google quest for the perfect recipe. I love molasses and I love ginger, so when I stumbled upon this recipe that took both of these guys seriously, I knew I’d found the ONE.
We’re going to take this nice and slow. Nobody gets hurt… not on my watch!
With the shopping, the decorating, the hustle, the bustle, the cooking, the baking, the go, go, go… it’s easy to go nuts, it’s easy to land yourself in the Emergency Room with a bagel cutting knife injury, or overdose on flour ingestion. Not this year!
And so begins it. Three ingredients. Minimal prep. Minimal cook time. Ultimate delight.
Booze and cookies. No. Strike that. Let’s try again.
Cookies and booze. Ah yes, much better.
Welcome friends, to the two-week, pre-Christmas, cocktail/cookie extravaganza!
Stretchy pants engaged. Postprandial somnolence kicking in. Football drowning out the in-laws quarrels. And you, reaching for your phone for a minor distraction. And here I am.
As this a cooking blog, and you’re probably here for the food, rather than my witty prose, let me take a moment to share some thanks and wishes.
I love food. Love. Love. Love. Food.
Sustenance. Entertainment. Togetherness. Community. Comfort. Memories. Creativity.
What else is there on the planet that is essential to our survival, that provides so much more?
I am beyond thankful everyday for that I never have to worry where my next meal is coming from. And it is my most sincere wish that you may never know hunger, that there will always be someone with which to share your meal, that you will always be open to new food experiences, that you will respect the food, and not abuse it, that you will be equally grateful for the meals you enjoy and share.
I am also beyond thankful for you – amazing subscribers and readers, the majority of whom, I’ve never met, whose comments, and likes, and triumphs and failures in the kitchen, keep me coming back to this computer, and back to my kitchen for more. Thank you friends. Be well. Be well fed. And have a very Happy Thanksgiving!
The bright burgundy hue. The gelatinous cylindrical form. The sexy little can indents.
You know what Thanksgiving treat I speak of… The ever-popular Ocean-Spray cranberry “sauce.”
I believe strongly, that this belongs on every Turkey Day table – but that doesn’t mean there isn’t space for an alternative – to play along side.
A grown-up version perhaps. Like say, with tequila and jalapenos!
Yeast. It makes all my favorite things. Beer. Bread. Any other spontaneously fermented goodies. And yet, it scares me.
Like tempering chocolate, making caramel, experimenting with bread – I’ve had mixed results. Those yeast guys are just so darned fussy and precise. Imagine that.
But I think I’ve got the hang of it, knock on wood. I think I’ve cultivated enough respect and patience to see the results I desire.
So with that introduction, here is a great roll to serve on your Thanksgiving table.
My brain is completely unable to wrap itself around the fact that Thanksgiving is less than two weeks away!
Cliché as it sounds… where has 2013 gone and can I have it back?!
While I’m pretty sure I can’t fire up the Delorian, I can make the most of what’s left of the year. And that means tons of yummy Thanksgiving/Holiday/Christmas recipes to make and share. So let’s dive in!
Wings. Nachos. Fries. Meatballs. Dips.
Tired. Tired. Tired. Tired. Tired.
Don’t get me wrong… I love all of the aforementioned football treats. But they show up week after week on our Gameday tables.
And don’t we want more pigskin lovers? Don’t we deserve a break from the norm?
You’re darn right we do! And so I bring you, an unexpected treat, Indian inspired, and sure to delight the taste buds of your fellow cheering fans.
Perhaps you’re a lovely lady, or fine fella that enjoy the occasional sweet treat. Perhaps the thought of a fluffy cake-like bar filled with pumpkin, nutty goodnesss, topped with decadent cream cheese frosting… makes you a little weak in the knees.
Or, perhaps you want nothing to do with a sugary snack, but enjoy the idea of sharing baked goods that make the intended think you slaved away all day, as the flour and sweat flew.
Well, here’s the answer friends.
Confession – I curse, like a sailor in fact. I know it’s not ladylike. I know it’s not classy. It is in no way how my parents raised me. I know that should I ever implement a curse cup into my life, some lucky local charity would feel as though they hit the lottery.
This undesirable character flaw rears its ugly head at certain times more than others, as you might suspect. Case in point, making this soup.
Cutting and peeling a pumpkin. Seemed pretty straight forward, at least in my mind. It wasn’t. Maybe there’s a strategy I don’t know about, a trick, a tool, a special Halloween spell to cast so that the skin magically falls off, I don’t know. I do know that I cut myself, swore, and generally had a difficult time.