You've got fOne of the best things about living close to my parents is getting access to the fruits of their labor — literally. You see, they have a garden which my dad tends to with fastidious duty and discipline. And this garden has produced a crop of the most delicious, ripe tomatoes, a bounty of which landed in my kitchen fruit bowl and have been bugging me to do something with them all week. Mostly I've been afraid I'd come home after work and sadly discover they'd turned to a moldly mess of fruit fly fodder during the day.Read More
The countdown to my departure has been ramping up and with every passing minute, I am starting to increasingly waffle between states of panic, excitement, anxiety and sentimentality—panic because there are literally like one million things that I have to do between now and Monday; excitement because I'm going to travel for four months, huzzah; anxiety because I don't know what to expect (although that's also one reason I'm excited) and sentimentality because knowing I won't be in my pretty little apartment for a while makes me appreciate it all the more.Read More
I have made quiches before, but have always been a little disappointed in my efforts. They've either turned out a little less-than-firm, or too salty or too rich.
Not this one. It turned out perfectly soft and delicate, savory without being overpowering.
Maybe it's because I accidentally let it cook for a half hour longer than the recipe called for. Maybe it's because I made a tiny alteration with the ingredients that I think made all the difference (that would be the inclusion of very sharp Irish cheddar cheese). Or maybe it was just blind luck.Read More