Friday was a day dedicated to cooking–the best kind of day. Thursday night I spent a couple hours reading through some cookbooks and blogs looking for a good stew to compliment the “fall” weather we have been experiencing (may I use this opportunity to remind you that the autumnal equinox is not until the 23rd so it’s still summer, people).
After coming to the decision to make an Indian stew from the Greens cookbook, I went to bed warmed up with thoughts of curry, mustard seeds, and chiles. When I awoke, being my fickle self I decided I’m not quite ready for stews and it had to be pizza. This is an obvious reason why I don’t yet have any tattoos. Continue reading
Scones are one of the baked goods I’m most proud of accomplishing. I never ate them growing up, but first discovered them at Tartine Bakery in San Francisco.
Now, Tartine is not just your average coffee shop/bakery. They are not messing around. Their chefs studied in France and all that jazz and the painfully long line out the door and around the corner proves it. So, after eating that incredible french masterpiece in the form of a currant scone and I completely forgot about the line and knew what had to be done.
My Tartine treasure and some minty mint tea.
The main issue baking scones is that they can get dry and tough very easily. A dry scone has to be one of the worst things on this planet Earth, but these scones–these scones are not dry. These scones are rich and creamy and will explain immediately why you will never buy a scone from Starbucks ever again. I’m serious–don’t do it. I’ll ban you from this blog.
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I was inspired by a recipe I’d read recently for apple cheddar scones from Smitten Kitchen, but instead of cheddar I used some creamy onion cheese, sold to me by a darling little Amish man at the Daley Plaza Farmers’ Market.
So I turned on some Paul Simon, got out my crappy camera, and baked my little heart out. Continue reading