Dutch Baby with Spiced Peaches

Peaches aren’t in season at the moment. So I had to compromise. When I’m following a recipe from this book I’m trying to make them as exact as I possibly can. The store didn’t have any peaches so I used strawberries and bananas.

I’ve never had/heard of a ‘dutch baby.’ Upon Googling it I found it was a German pancake. Breakfast. I had it for dessert, which was probably breakfast time in Germany. So I had it for German time breakfast. 

Traditionally, you don’t put fruit on it. (I had no idea. Thank you Google.) 

The bananas get mushy when you fry them on a pan. They don’t look gorgeous.

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Now that I think of it, it seems like the perfect breakfast food.

Megan 

Four-Grain Waffles

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I don’t know about you, but as a kid I always wanted to fill up every little square with syrup. (I still do that. They all have to be evenly filled. I know, it’s pathetic.)

I’ve had many waffle irons over the year. A heart shaped one. A mickey mouse one. And a couple more that were normal.

We got a new one. (I really like waffles.)

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You will notice that this is my mom’s waffle. (You can tell cause all the squares aren’t filled evenly.)

These are what you would call ‘healthy’ with all the grains and such. (But still so good. How do they do that?)

Megan

Buttermilk Pancakes

I had a Cinderella nightgown. (I lived in dresses.) I wore it every night for as long as I can remember. I would wake up on Saturday mornings and saunter downstairs. My dad would be by the stove making my favorite breakfast. Pancakes. He would comment on my nightgown and how it was getting older. (My six-year-old self would refuse to put it in the Goodwill pile.) I would climb onto a stool and watch him flip the pancakes over in the pan. I would be told to set the table. Soon,my family would gather round a table that was filled with fresh fruit, butter, a variety of syrup, milk and pancakes. My long curly hair would get in the syrup. My mom would tell me to go put my hair up. This series of events would occur every Saturday.

Jack Johnson, being the brilliant artist he is, wrote and recorded a ditty about pancakes. Not just any pancakes, banana pancakes.

I won’t even get started on banana pancakes. I love them. End of story.

Being the geek I am, I found the most wonderful thing. A Spider-Man pancake flipper. (Is there a real name for that?)

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I decided to make these during the Super Bowl. (Go Ravens) We had a pancake linner.  (lunch and dinner) yum.

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Megan

Irish Soda Bread

Look at it.

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It looks like an old turtle.

My dad caught a snapping turtle once. That was when I lived in Florida. It never snowed there. I remember being scared Santa wasn’t going to come. (Like it snows in Portland.) At the same time I was scared Santa would come. A big creepy man sneaking into your house. Scary stuff for a three-year-old.

I’m avoiding something. The bread. I hated this bread. I took a bite of it. yuck.

My mom said it was ‘warm and delightful.’ I found it in the trash the next day.

I made a list of things this bread could be used for:

  • a door stop
  • a paperweight
  •  something to serve to someone you don’t really like
  • a hockey puck
  • a dog toy (tip: yeast is not good for dogs)

On the bright side, I started another blog. It’s about my love for books and tea. If you’re interested you can find it here.

Megan

Smoked Provolone and Thyme Muffins

Smoked Provolone is sadly very hard to find. I looked at all the nice stores around town and then some and couldn’t find any. I’m trying to make these recipes as exact as I can. Some days a little compromise is in store. 

I had to use smoked Gouda. 

After the research I always seem to be doing, I found out the different flavors of Gouda and Provolone. Provolone is said to have a ‘bold and nutty complex flavor.’ Gouda on the other hand is ‘mild or pungent in flavor.’ So the use of Gouda did make a difference. 

I can’t say I’ve ever made or heard of savory muffins. My mom told me that when I was little she made salmon muffins but they didn’t have delectable taste.

I was pleasantly surprised about the muffins savor. They were eaten quickly. 

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I feel like a broken record player when I say ‘another winner from an amazing cookbook.’ But this indeed is another winner from an amazing cookbook. 

Megan

Blueberry Muffins

I’ll be honest. There are few foods I won’t eat. But I’m starting to realize that I may not like something alone but in something I love that thing. I keep saying ‘I hate this’ and then end up loving it. 

A couple weeks ago I was at Fred Myers and this lady at the cheese place offered me a pickled pepper with blue cheese on top. I don’t like pickled anything. I don’t like peppers. I like Blue cheese. If she wasn’t standing staring at me I wouldn’t have eaten it. But her beady eyes were boring into my skull. So I ate it. I liked it. So I’m learning how flavors work together. 

All my life I’ve hated blueberry muffins. When I saw I had to make these I thought ‘OH NO.’ (I bet you can guess where this is going.) So I persevered. I swore up and down that the rest of the family could eat these and I would just make them to say I made them. In the end I loved them.

This is the best recipe for blueberry muffins. Like ever. I still don’t like cheap blueberry muffins. (I like good food.) (I think I’m spoiled.) 

There are 2 variations. (3 total)

Blueberry Muffins (4/5 stars) 

The original, classic kind,.

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Blueberry Bran Muffins (3/5)

Healthy. yay. 

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Streusel-Topped Blueberry Muffins (5/5 stars) 

Best ever.

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Megan

Semolina Pizza with Fresh Herbs and Goat Cheese

(My dad wants credit for helping with this. He chopped the onion.)

When my dad was younger he worked in a pizza kitchen in California. It was there that he learned to throw pizza. When I was younger (from 10-12) every weekend my dad would make pizza for us. It is one of my favorite foods. The thing about my dad is he can’t do much in a normal way. As a result he puts interesting thing on his pizza. Gobs of blue cheese, capers, spices, zucchini and the list goes on. I’m surprised he hasn’t put hot sauce on it yet.

My pizza skills aren’t like, ‘Dude, that’s sick.’ My skills are more like, ‘Cool story bro.’

But off I went with the adventure. I had never had goat cheese before. (I quite liked it.) I thought I did fairly well for a first pizza.

Tom Colicchio would think otherwise. He would say, ‘I thought it had nice flavor, but it was overdone, that’s unacceptable. That’s chef lesson 101.’ Then Padma would turn to me and say, ‘Megan, please pack your knives and go.’

Thankfully, this isn’t Top Chef. Thankfully, I can still stay at home.

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With that we will board the S.S. Food and leave the exotic island of yeast bread. Soon, we will find ourselves at the tranquil land of quick breads.

Megan