When I was a kid, my mom was big on dishes and meals that utilized an assembly line. For instance, taco night, huge assembly line situation. Beef in one big bowl, toppings like lettuce, guacamole, cheese and tomatoes all in an array of small bowls. My mom didn’t stop at cooking; she was huge on creating assembly lines with the laundry too. She believed in making us pitch in…at least a little. Surprisingly my brother and I hardly ever complained. I think it’s because she always did it in a way that made it seem like a game, it seemed fun.
Today I share with you the third part of my series with Wolf and their initiative to #reclaimthekitchen. As I mentioned in my last post within this series, reclaiming your kitchen can mean cooking simple meals, setting aside time to cook more often, and taking the time to cook with friends and family. This includes getting them to be involved; it’s so much more fun that way anyway and is a great way to share tips and tricks in the kitchen. To see other recipes that would be a good fit for any sort of assembly line situation, check out the Wolf’s Reclaim the Kitchen website.
This rhubarb crisp is a good recipe, too, since it has a few super easy components. There’s enough work for everyone! Just kidding, but seriously, everyone could have their own separate little job so they feel useful and like they’re contributing.
The first step is hulling the strawberries and slicing the rhubarb into thin slices. Couldn’t be easier but it does take a bit of time getting through those strawberries. I find prep work is done quickly alongside gossip, music or podcasts.
Hello you sweet gorgeous lil’ pie, you. I want to squish your cheeks like a grandma does a baby; I want to slap you on the ass like boys do in the locker room (I never understood this); I want to hug you so tightly that you get mad at me (I do this to Amelia daily). That’s how I feel about this pie.
This has Easter brunch situation written all over it. It’s the thing you bring to a brunch party and just wait for people to compliment you like crazy. And you can respond all NBD-like, Oh this pie, I just threw it together in like no time flat. Act casual.
If you’re not a rhubarb fan it’s probably because it was way too tart. It’s like tart celery.
I’ve just binge-watched the entire eighth season of The Voice and I am in love with Gwen Stefani more than I was as a teenager, which is a crazy amount. I wish I was a singer just so I could try out for the voice with the hope she would want me on her team. But if I’m being honest, no one should hear me sing, EVER. Amelia hears me sing all day long and surprisingly she loves it (I think).
Oddly enough, I’m the worst singer in the world, but I love, LOVE karaoke. I don’t love to participate in karaoke, I just love to watch it. And here in LA, the land of Hollywood and fame and music, the karaoke bars are filled with people who moved here to become famous singers.
There was this one place in Hollywood I used to visit all the time called Miyagi’s; it was behind a Denny’s, attached to a bad sushi restaurant. No one ate sushi there but people loved singing karaoke at the bar.
The singers were incredible. There was the Asian dude who sang Guns and Roses ONLY (and he’d actually wear a Slash wig); there was this beautiful African American woman that sounded like India Aire but better; there was the guy from the mid-west who sounded like Frank Sinatra but looked like a surfer; and there was the MC who had been there since the 80s. The place was magical.
It was filled with people who had sort of given up on their dream; most of them had day jobs doing other things that they were ok with but they’d come to Miyagi’s to sing, because they couldn’t not.
It’s Wednesday but I wish it was Sunday. It’s spring but for the first time in my entire life, I wish it was summer. I’m currently working a lot, but I wish I was on vacation. And I’m not talking about one of those vacations where you stay in your own hometown. No, no. I’m talking island life. With a coconut in hand. And lots of ice cream in my life. Snorkeling, very large turtles that are sort of scary but they move slowly so it’s ok.
I want to live in a bathing suit (and I hate wearing bathing suits so this says A LOT!). If winter has been hard on you and all you want in your life is the sun on your face and a cold drink in your hand, stop what you’re doing and make these Hawaiian Sweet Rolls.
I didn’t grow up baking, like at all. My mom was more of a cook because it lent itself to improvisation (her strength) and the idea that you could throw everything but the kitchen sink in a pot and make it work as dinner. Baking doesn’t work that way, as you know. It requires attention to detail, a bit of precision and following directions.
When I graduated college, I started baking a lot because I loved how methodical it was. After a really long week full of to-do lists and meetings and running around, I found it so soothing to follow a set of instructions and end up with something awesome, regardless of how easy or difficult the recipe. It was and still is my favorite stress-reliever.
You want to know what a really bad idea sounds like? Of course you do! It sounds like this:
Be home all alone with your really friendly, non-protective corgi and then binge-watch The Jinx. You know, that documentary about the rich murderer who dismembered his neighbor, along with a few other people. I’m not sure you can exist in the world and NOT know about this series. The news of him being arrested is everywhere. But even with him in jail, watching that show all by yourself, in a creaky old apartment is a recipe for a very terrified Adrianna. NO BUENO.
You want to know what a really good idea sounds like? Yes you do! This pot de creme. Girl. It’s good.
I’m going to be one of those super annoying people right now and let you know that I’ve been eating healthy for about 10 days and I feel amazing. I have tons of energy and my stomach looks and feels better and I dunno, I feel happier? Yes, happier. SO LAME but it’s true.
I’ve never considered myself to have a sweet tooth, which is sort of absurd seeing as dessert is one of my favorite things to make. I always thought of myself as more of a savory, salty kinda person…that is until I started eating healthy. That’s when I realized I LOVE sweet stuff. LOVE!
I have a fun weekend activity for you. Here it goes:
1. Throw a bunch of dog treats in the air and scream “IM MAKING IT RAIN!” And then see your dog freak out and run around trying to eat them as quickly as possible.
Don’t have a dog? No biggie, here’s another fun weekend activity: Make fortune cookies.
I first had intentions of making these fortune cookies REALLY dark. Think Cards of Humanity but with fortunes. People are sensitive on the internets, I have found, so I kept it one-hundred, as they say.
One of the simplest and most magical things I’ve made in a v v long time is this Chocolate Halva Spread. It’s so incredibly simple (three ingredients!) and it takes seconds to make. It’s one of those things that you mix together and wonder where it’s been all your life. It makes you wonder why it isn’t sold in containers, at every grocery store, all over the world. It makes you wonder how Nutella got popular, with all its weird ingredients and oils, and this didn’t…maybe it’s not too late.
For the recipe and more pictures, hop on over to PBS Food. FOOD IS FUN!
There’s no winter equivalent to the term “dog days of summer,” is there? I feel like whatever that would be, we’re in it. It’s sort of a waiting game, it feels like, for flowers to bloom and other produce besides turnips and beets to show up.
And yes, I know I live in Los Angeles, a place where winter never really arrives, but I feel like, we too, are sort of in a bit of a slump. February is slumpy, man!
Cute key limes are here to the rescue and they come in form of this pie, which you should eat a lot of. Pie cures all sorts of things, including but not limited to, the winter blues.
I used to get the winter blues when I lived in North Carolina. For weeks it would be dark and gloomy and my skin would get soooo chapped and dry because of the weather. A doctor once told me I should go to a tanning bed because it would help my mood. I thought it was insane so I went, which is strange because I’m already brown, but it actually helped
This coconut key lime pie is like the equivalent of sitting in the sun. It will give you images of beaches and blue and green oceans and palm trees.
I’ve actually ventured down to Key West, Floria many times. I have a bit of a fondness for it. It’s not a fancy place at all but it’s one of the only places in the country where you can see the sunrise and sunset in the same place.