January 31, 2010
Which means the cleaning doesn’t get done. Oh, well. Hate that. I’ll hit it a lick and a promise one or two nights this week. Maybe.
But I made it to church this morning, and have been cooking both before and since. And it smells some kinda good in here and I am getting seriously hungry.
We started out last night in the crockpot with these:
which became these by noon today. Friends and neighbors, THESE are some caramelized onions. I didn’t put quite enough salt on ‘em, but that can be remedied in whatever I make with them. I am seeing French onion soup one night this week, I swear I am. And I may yet make one more batch of carbonnades a la flamande before the winter’s out. Three pounds of onions made about four cups, finished. And three pounds just about filled up my crockpot when I started; I could’ve probably squashed a few more in there, but not many.
December 23, 2009
It is Christmas Eve Eve, and I now remember why I don’t bake much. When I get started, I can’t stop.
You will recall last night I made two kinds of cookies, and fixed treat boxes, because I was quite certain there was someone I needed to give something to that I’d forgotten. So far, I have not remembered who that is.
Tonight, after we got off early, I came home and made an eggnog pound cake for Christmas dinner/day-after-Christmas brunch. And it smelled so good, and I’ve got the eggnog, so I’m making another one, because I can bake it up in little loaf pans and it’ll make a nice gift for a couple of friends I know I’ll see in Memphis.