<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932835571545848088</id><updated>2012-02-13T21:13:22.843-08:00</updated><category term='philly'/><category term='hiatus broken'/><category term='pie'/><category term='asian'/><category term='cheesesteaks'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='the suck'/><category term='peanut butter'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='coffee bean'/><category term='vegan'/><category term='fall'/><category term='banana'/><category term='french'/><category term='LA restaurants'/><category term='i&apos;msofreakinghungry'/><category term='baby'/><category term='soft prezels'/><category term='yeast'/><category term='baking'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s'/><category term='food truck'/><category term='weight watchers'/><category term='pumpkin'/><category term='egg-free'/><category term='teriyaki'/><title type='text'>food and you know</title><subtitle type='html'>we're new to LA and finding our way through food and drink. she bakes, he eats. sometimes she cooks, sometimes she doesn't.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306880951139971361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932835571545848088.post-1635953388726611469</id><published>2012-02-13T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T21:08:17.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egg-free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day is kind of a big deal</title><content type='html'>to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (honestly!) do not care if you send me flowers or chocolate or jewelry or whatever. But give me some cheesy heart shaped confetti and over the top decorations, and I am in heaven. I will wear pink and red and pass out conversation hearts. Now, it's only recently that I discovered all of this. Or rather, that I was willing to admit it. My name is Melissa and I love cheesy Valentine's Day crap. And now that I have a kid, I do lame-o stuff like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-30KZExbGM_0/TznpxqBilwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/weyEA2WiGhw/s1600/photo+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-30KZExbGM_0/TznpxqBilwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/weyEA2WiGhw/s200/photo+2.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cheeeeeeeeese!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This year, I decided I would make heart shaped sugar cookies. A few years ago, I was on a &lt;a href="http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/photos-of-my-life-in-food.html"&gt;sugar cookie tear&lt;/a&gt;, and was rocking the royal icing. This year, I wanted to make the cookies egg free, so Max could eat them*. &amp;nbsp;The cookie part was easy. I used &lt;a href="http://artofdessert.blogspot.com/2010/12/egg-free-sugar-cookies-with-egg-free.html"&gt;this recipe&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(doubled, because I wasn't fully thinking that 8 dozen cookies was NINETY SIX cookies. It ended up being more like 80) They're super yummy. They taste like those butter cookies in the blue tins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the icing was a bit more difficult. I wanted something that would behave like royal icing without the egg. With some Facebook asking (is there a term for that yet?), my mom's obsessive googling, and my incredible knack for identifying the perfect recipe (one of those things is not really true), I ended up using &lt;a href="http://www.food.com/recipe/vegan-eggless-royal-icing-404594"&gt;this recipe&lt;/a&gt;. I used lemon juice instead of vanilla or almond extract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vjcYCmzrxs/Tznqd_pJBII/AAAAAAAAAOk/KT3wseh56No/s1600/photo+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8vjcYCmzrxs/Tznqd_pJBII/AAAAAAAAAOk/KT3wseh56No/s200/photo+1.JPG" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was pretty good. The thing about royal icing is that it's pretty easy to work with. You can put it in those condiment squeeze bottles and decorate til your heart's content. This is not that icing. Because it uses corn syrup (oh the humanity!), it's sort of sticky and ooey gooey. It's possible if I had made it thinner, that I would have been able to decorate the way I wanted (I was envisioning X's and O's and little icing arrows drawn on the hearts.) But I ended up doing some of that looks-fancy-but-isn't-really "marbling". Truthfully, it was after 8pm on Sunday by the time I got around to decorating, and I was sort of at the point of "just slap something pretty-ish on the cookies and go to bed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happy Valentine's Day to you, and all of your in-the-closet-about- their-cheesy-Valentines-love friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm not giving Max these cookies with corn syrup and 95 lbs of sugar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I made some without the icing that he may get to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932835571545848088-1635953388726611469?l=foodandyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1635953388726611469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day-is-kind-of-big-deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/1635953388726611469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/1635953388726611469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day-is-kind-of-big-deal.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day is kind of a big deal'/><author><name>mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306880951139971361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-30KZExbGM_0/TznpxqBilwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/weyEA2WiGhw/s72-c/photo+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932835571545848088.post-4589237307548100027</id><published>2012-02-05T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T18:52:23.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This has nothing to do about food, but everything to do about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;When my husband asked me if being pregnant changed my opinion on abortion, my immediate response was "of course not"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;But after thinking about it more, it had changed. It made me more pro-choice. I don't actually know if there is such a thing as being "more pro-choice" but it made me intimately aware of how important it is to be able to choose when to have children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son Max was 100% a planned pregnancy. We discussed starting a family, discussed when we would want to be pregnant and, knowing that it could take a few tries, chose a time to start&amp;nbsp; trying. And yet, even after the 2nd "positive" pregancy test, there was still an air of "holyjesuswhatthehellhavewegottenourselvesinto". &amp;nbsp;We were happy for sure, but scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;I can not imagine what it might have felt like if it was an unplanned pregnancy. And if my only choice were to continue the pregnancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Pregnancy changes your body almost immediately. For me, there was no mistaking that something was going on. Everything I did was tinged with the thought that there was a baby growing inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I totally just called it a "baby". &amp;nbsp;Because this was a child I wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;And if there was any doubt in my mind about it, that doubt was obliterated when I started bleeding at 10.5 weeks. As I drove to the OB's, hysterically crying that I was miscarrying, it hit me. To me, this is a&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;baby.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Not because life starts at conception, or because some right wing, anti-choice nut said so, but because this was a wanted child. Wanting this child made it so. Logically, scientifically and politically, I understood that it wasn't. But because of my intent, it&amp;nbsp; was my child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;And I could not imagine anyone being&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;forced&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;to continue with a pregnancy that was not intended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;I loved being pregnant. I imagined myself to be a glowing beacon of fertility. Even when I was huffing and puffing as I walked from our seats at Dodger Stadium to our car a million miles away, I loved being pregnant. I did prenatal yoga and had a doula and had cute maternity clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;But pregnancy takes a toll on your body. (Understatement of the century) Not a day went by that there wasn't something that reminded me of what was going on inside. Heartburn, jabs to the ribs, food aversions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;What is the value of forcing a woman to go through 9 months of pregnancy for an unwanted child?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;My baby is loved, because he was wanted. He was "Max" when, at week 12, the ultrasound tech was able to discern he was a boy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;He was "Max" because we wanted him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932835571545848088-4589237307548100027?l=foodandyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4589237307548100027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-has-nothing-to-do-about-food-but.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/4589237307548100027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/4589237307548100027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2012/02/this-has-nothing-to-do-about-food-but.html' title='This has nothing to do about food, but everything to do about me'/><author><name>mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306880951139971361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932835571545848088.post-2756742821636343290</id><published>2012-02-04T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T20:40:03.282-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egg-free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peanut butter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banana'/><title type='text'>Asking for help</title><content type='html'>On occasion, we have had a cleaning service come to do the hard stuff/major cleaning. I always felt ridiculously guilty and indulgent, like I should be able to do it all. After juggling full time work/ responding to emails 24/7, trying to be a great mom, an attentive wife, and still maintaining my identity (and sanity), I finally realized that it was time to get some regular help with the cleaning. Once a month was not going to cut it, but every other week seemed a bit...excessive. So I've settled on every 3 weeks. Yesterday, they came to clean. All day, I kept thinking about how great the weekend would be because I wouldn't be trying to find a few hours to clean the apartment. And so far, life is great. It meant I got to make a banana peanut butter bread which I have been dreaming about for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this tendency to do things half assed/rushed. You know how you can freeze bananas that are over ripe and use them to bake? When I learned about it, I got excited. I HATE bananas, but love banana baked goods. LPR loves bananas, but hates any banana that smacks of over-ripeness. So, I just started throwing on-the-verge bananas in the freezer. Which is really really stupid. Because you end up with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U40u0vLDKmg/Ty2yzjaclaI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nzdLLdimERs/s1600/Frozen+bananas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U40u0vLDKmg/Ty2yzjaclaI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nzdLLdimERs/s320/Frozen+bananas.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And then you have to defrost them and peel them. Which sucks. This week, I kept thinking about getting rid of these damn bananas so I could start over with PEELED bananas in the freezer. &amp;nbsp;Also, the last time my parents came to visit, apparently my dad opened our freezer and said to my mom "You know they have brown bananas in here?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about banana bread, which I know is easy to make eggless (banana is super moist and binding so it takes on that responsibility normally tasked to eggs) But then I thought about adding peanut butter, because YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked out the &lt;a href="http://www.theppk.com/2007/10/banana-bread/"&gt;PPK recipe&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://joythebaker.com/2011/02/peanut-butter-banana-bread/"&gt;Joy the Baker&lt;/a&gt; recipe, and settled on Joy's recipe, with some adjustments. Cause that's how I roll. &amp;nbsp;I cut the sugar down (bananas and peanut butter are already pretty sweet) and didn't double the salt. You could totally make this recipe vegan-I would sub the butter for coconut oil or canola oil, and the milk for soy, almond or rice milk. Also, I have no idea if rice milk would work, so maybe just soy or almond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked this. Max really liked the batter but has not reached a verdict on the baked product. Stay tuned....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm thinking about it, I know the "Shit ___ Say" videos are super overdone, but I wanted to share this "Shit Crunchy Mamas Say" (or as they so delicately call it, "Sh*t Crunchy Mamas Say"). I have never thought of myself as crunchy/granola/whatever, but maybe I am more than I realize. Coconut Oil....Coconut Oil....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/RVA-A0RqkhM/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RVA-A0RqkhM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RVA-A0RqkhM&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max "helped" with this-I held him while I stirred everything together, which he thought was amazing, and he loved when I sprayed the Pam on the pans (Pam on the Pans....huh) and even imitated the sound. I am not so secretly hoping this kid loves to cook&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7jkRnr4ettw/Ty25CAb9OII/AAAAAAAAAOM/3gr5wSsXCJY/s1600/Banana+Peanut+Butter+Loaf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7jkRnr4ettw/Ty25CAb9OII/AAAAAAAAAOM/3gr5wSsXCJY/s200/Banana+Peanut+Butter+Loaf.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peanut Butter Banana Bread/ Muffins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adapted from Joy the Baker. This is a double recipe from her's, and made 1 9 x 5 loaf, 24 mini muffins, and some tastes of batter from Max.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cups mashed ripe banana&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;2/3 cup creamy peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;5 tablespoons butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;4 tablespoons flax meal mixed with 12 tablespoons (3/4 cup) water (this is used as an egg substitute)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 cup whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;1 cup all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/4 teaspoon ground allspice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place a rack in the center of the oven and preheat to 350 degrees F.  Grease and flour a 9×5-inch loaf pan/ muffin pans. (or spray them with Pam) Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large bowl, whisk together flours, baking soda, salt, ground cinnamon and ground allspice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a medium bowl, whisk together  mashed bananas, milk, peanut butter and melted butter.  Whisk in flax meal mixture and sugars.  Blend mixture until no sugar lumps remain. Give nearest child as&lt;br /&gt;much&amp;nbsp;batter as they want, because it's egg free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RqPnZfT61pA/Ty24aLc-oWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/BJmklcqx6tw/s1600/Batter+face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RqPnZfT61pA/Ty24aLc-oWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/BJmklcqx6tw/s200/Batter+face.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour the wet mixture into the larger bowl with the dry ingredients.  Fold together with a spatula until no more flour bits remain.  Pour the batter into the prepared baking pan and bake muffins for 20ish minutes and loaf for 55 to 65 minutes, or until a skewer inserted into the center of the loaf comes out clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Joy, this bread lasts, well wrapped at room temperature, for up to 4 days.  It is also great to store, well wrapped, in the freezer. I froze the muffins, since I like to have a collection of muffins to give to Max whenever. Also, &amp;nbsp;mini muffins in the hand of a baby look like a regular sized muffin in the hand of an adult. Chew on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932835571545848088-2756742821636343290?l=foodandyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2756742821636343290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2012/02/asking-for-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/2756742821636343290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/2756742821636343290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2012/02/asking-for-help.html' title='Asking for help'/><author><name>mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306880951139971361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U40u0vLDKmg/Ty2yzjaclaI/AAAAAAAAAN0/nzdLLdimERs/s72-c/Frozen+bananas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932835571545848088.post-3182890999235712474</id><published>2012-01-21T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T15:12:07.590-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egg-free'/><title type='text'>Fearlessly licking the bowl</title><content type='html'>A few months ago, we received a panicked call from one of the teachers at Max's daycare-Max had awoken from a nap, covered in hives and crying. As I drove to pick him up, while calling the pediatrician who advised us to take him to Urgent Care, I tried to think about what it could be that he was reacting to. Was it the omelet I made for his breakfast? Made of eggs, a highly allergenic food which he just recently started eating? Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;Mango? The delicious fruit he had been eating for months? Yes, it most certainly had to be that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to our trip to the allergist, where we discovered that not only is Max allergic to eggs, he is allergic to cats*. Fortunately, cats are not an important part of baking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the past few months, I've been working with recipes that are egg free or totally vegan, as it turns out Max loves baked goods. One of the great things about baking without eggs is that you can lick the bowl/spoons/beaters without fear of salmonella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh who am I kidding, I eat batter with raw eggs, steak tartare and used to eat the raw meat for meatballs and meatloaf that my mom made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'd been making a great vegan recipe from Post Punk Kitchen for &lt;a href="http://www.theppk.com/2009/11/the-best-pumpkin-muffins/"&gt;Pumpkin Muffins&lt;/a&gt;, and they truly are amazing. Max seemed to like them. For some reason, I recently switched from that recipe, to a recipe from &lt;a href="http://www.joythebaker.com/blog/2009/11/vegan-pumpkin-walnut-bread/"&gt;Joy the Baker&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had modified (less sugar, added in some flax meal, turned them into mini muffins) and they were also yummy, and froze really well. And I don't feel terrible giving them to Max. So then I started thinking about making other types of mini muffins-ones that I could sneak veggies into. Coincidentally, Joy the Baker had a recipe for "&lt;a href="http://www.joythebaker.com/blog/2011/10/almost-vegan-zucchini-bread/"&gt;Almost Vegan Zucchini Bread&lt;/a&gt;" that I used and adjusted a bit. Here's my version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-osxIy1OEcys/Txt9Drlz2dI/AAAAAAAAANk/cQIqB9bmHyI/s1600/zucchini+muffins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-osxIy1OEcys/Txt9Drlz2dI/AAAAAAAAANk/cQIqB9bmHyI/s320/zucchini+muffins.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is what happens when you put too much batter in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And don't pay attention to whether things are fairly even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mini Egg Free Zucchini Muffins:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Makes 24 mini muffins plus 5 regular sized muffins. Or if you have enough mini muffin tins, probably about 35 mini muffins)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;3 teaspoons ground cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon fresh grated nutmeg&lt;br /&gt;pinch of ground cloves&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons ground flax seed meal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 cup plus 1 tablespoon milk&lt;br /&gt;1 cup coconut oil&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 cups shredded zucchini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place a rack in the center of the oven and preheat oven to 350 degrees F.  Spray your muffin tins with Pam, or don't. If you like your muffins to stick, that's your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large bowl, whisk together flour, baking soda, baking powder, salt and spices.  Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a medium bowl, whisk together flax seed meal, milk, coconut oil, vanilla extract, and sugars.  Whisk thoroughly, then add the shredded zucchini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients and fold together with a spatula.  Make sure all of the flour is thoroughly incorporated into the batter. At this point, I found that I needed to add about a 1/2 cup of water. &amp;nbsp;Fill muffin tins about 3/4 and bake for about 20 minutes (the regular sized muffins needed 27 minutes), or until a skewer inserted into the center comes out clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow to cool in pan for a bit and then transfer to rack to cool completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*If you or anyone you know is looking to adopt 2 older, sweet cats, please let me know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932835571545848088-3182890999235712474?l=foodandyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3182890999235712474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2012/01/fearlessly-licking-bowl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/3182890999235712474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/3182890999235712474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2012/01/fearlessly-licking-bowl.html' title='Fearlessly licking the bowl'/><author><name>mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306880951139971361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-osxIy1OEcys/Txt9Drlz2dI/AAAAAAAAANk/cQIqB9bmHyI/s72-c/zucchini+muffins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932835571545848088.post-207675620003246484</id><published>2011-11-26T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T20:56:37.121-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teriyaki'/><title type='text'>Oh blog, where art thou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C3UtsLdQAaU/TtG0bkV25QI/AAAAAAAAANM/RQ9JO_7iL6E/s1600/DSC_0585.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C3UtsLdQAaU/TtG0bkV25QI/AAAAAAAAANM/RQ9JO_7iL6E/s320/DSC_0585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679518990795728130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so it's been over 2 years since my last entry. I sort of slacked in late 2009, and then in early 2010, I started cooking up something of a different variety. Yes, I'm blaming my lack of posting on my kid. Nice, I know. Anyway, Max P. was born 11/1/10 (the photo was from his 1st birthday party)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food is a funny thing. For me, food is love. I love to eat. I love to read about food, talk about, think about food. I like to think about meals far off into the future while eating my current meal. If I love you, I'll cook you anything you want, whenever you want. Often without any sort of prompting. If I like you, I'll cook you things for the expected occasions-birthdays, etc. And if you're my picky son, I will make you turkey teriyaki-with-homemade-teriyaki-sauce-because-there-was-that-one-time-at-the-sushi-place-that-you-ate-chicken-teriyaki, and-bottled-teriyaki-sauce-has-so-many-ingredients-and-we-had-an-entire-extra-turkey-breast-leftover- from-Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking a lot about what sort of blog this is going to become, since my brain now thinks about food in a new way. A way that sounds something sort of of like, "What can I feed Max for breakfast/lunch/dinner &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that doesn't involve cheese or &lt;a href="http://www.slashfood.com/2008/09/26/israeli-snacks-bamba/"&gt;Bamba&lt;/a&gt;?" (his 2 favorite foods)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't want this to be a boring blog about the stuff Max ate last night, but I know that I can't escape that from time to time. So, to kick things off, I'd like to share the recipe for the Turkey Teriyaki that Max didn't eat but LPR seemed to enjoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teriyaki Sauce:&lt;/b&gt;(I sort of fudged a lot of this. It seemed super sweet so I threw in some extra soy sauce and Mirin at the end. Start with this and adjust for your tastes accordingly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1/2 cup soy sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1/2 cup water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1/2 cup mirin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1/2 teaspoon fresh grated ginger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1/4 teaspoon fresh grated/chopped garlic (I discovered that if I just use the same zester I used for ginger, it works just as well as a garlic press)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;4 tablespoons packed brown sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1 -2 tablespoon honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;2 tablespoons cornstarch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1/4 cup cold water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mix all but cornstarch and 1/4c water in a sauce pan and begin heating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mix cornstarch and cold water in a cup and dissolve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Add to sauce in pan. Heat until sauce thickens to desired thickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teriyaki Turkey:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;About 1/2 T Olive Oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A handful of whatever veggies you want (I used frozen peas, carrots, corn and edamame)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A few spoonfuls of Teriyaki Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Approximately 1/4 cup of leftover (cold) turkey, cut into chunks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Heat oil in pan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Add veggies and saute until warmed through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Add teriyaki sauce, cook for a few minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Add turkey and cook until heated through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I put this on top of &lt;a href="http://www.traderjoesfan.com/Trader_Joes/frozen_brown_rice/details/"&gt;Trader Joes's Brown Rice&lt;/a&gt;. Max did eat a few fingerfuls of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And there you have it! If you're lucky, your kid won't say "na" every time you try to get him to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932835571545848088-207675620003246484?l=foodandyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/207675620003246484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-blog-where-art-thou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/207675620003246484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/207675620003246484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2011/11/oh-blog-where-art-thou.html' title='Oh blog, where art thou?'/><author><name>mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306880951139971361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C3UtsLdQAaU/TtG0bkV25QI/AAAAAAAAANM/RQ9JO_7iL6E/s72-c/DSC_0585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932835571545848088.post-1106797994637820334</id><published>2009-10-05T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:25:06.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight watchers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;msofreakinghungry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><title type='text'>Cupcakes, untested.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/Ssqzf4iPQXI/AAAAAAAAADM/lxBYnHx4R0E/s1600-h/photo%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/Ssqzf4iPQXI/AAAAAAAAADM/lxBYnHx4R0E/s320/photo%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389317264435528050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's almost halloween!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'd been slacking in the baking department due to the heat and our lack of AC. Now that it's cooled off, (and there was a request for spooky cupcakes from LPR's coworkers) I was excited to get back in the swing of things. For flavors, I decided to go with &lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Cinnamon-Scented-Devils-Food-Cupcakes-109594"&gt;this recipe&lt;/a&gt; but I added a bit of cayenne, and am now calling them Mexican chocolate. I paired them with a cinnamon buttercream. No recipe, it's from a cookbook, and is your standard butter, powdered sugar, milk, vanilla situation. (With cinnamon added. Hence the cinnamon buttercream. Magic, I know) Spiderwebs for decoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to find small spider candies but had no luck. If any of the 6 readers of this blog know where I might find them, lemme know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up: golden vanilla cupcakes (recipe from a cookbook) with a layer of a bastardized version of salted caramel (I had no heavy cream, only skim milk. Tasted good, looked weird.) Basic buttercream on top.  Mummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I tell you how they turned out, I should tell you that I have yet again re-joined Weight Watchers. I share this with all 6 of you because I didn't really test my cupcakes (I nibbled a tiny crumb and checked the cinnamon buttercream) but have no idea what the finished products taste like. That sounded sadder than expected. It's not. I lost 4 pounds last week. Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verdict, it seemed was quite positive-LPR said he liked the vanilla one better, but both were yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is going to be pumpkin with the most amazing salted caramel cream cheese frosting I have ever tasted ever. Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932835571545848088-1106797994637820334?l=foodandyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1106797994637820334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/cupcakes-untested.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/1106797994637820334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/1106797994637820334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/cupcakes-untested.html' title='Cupcakes, untested.'/><author><name>mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306880951139971361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/Ssqzf4iPQXI/AAAAAAAAADM/lxBYnHx4R0E/s72-c/photo%285%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932835571545848088.post-4445477227418526312</id><published>2009-09-14T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:13:27.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food truck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheesesteaks'/><title type='text'>A taste of home</title><content type='html'>Confession: I'm not a HUGE cheesesteak fan. I mean, I eat them and I enjoy them, but I don't really crave them, I don't have strong opinions on what people put them on, and (gasp) I usually eat chicken cheesesteaks over beef. Oh, and I never order them like a Philly native. BUT I'm always excited about anything from Philly, so I couldn't wait to try out the South Philly Experience truck. (&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/SouthPhillyExp"&gt;Follow them&lt;/a&gt; on Twitter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday after work, LPR and I headed to Melrose &amp;amp; Curson. The menu is limited, and from what I understand they're having trouble with the fryer so there are no fries. I got an American with (but I totally ordered it as "a cheesesteak with American cheese and onions, please") LPR got a Provolone with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381735578131643554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/Sq_D_qGePKI/AAAAAAAAADE/2g2hIlSRgB0/s320/cheesesteak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really wanted to love these. Like, love them the way LPR loves &lt;a href="http://www.stevesprinceofsteaks.com/"&gt;Steve's Prince of Steaks &lt;/a&gt;(I actually order beef instead of chicken there. They're melt in your mouth amazing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, South Philly Experience is no Steve's. But they're not bad. They use Amoroso rolls, which is delightful. LPR thought the bread didn't taste fresh, I disagree. My big beef (hahaha) is with the meat. It was way greasy and had a slightly "off" flavor. Not "rotten-off", just....cheap? LPR described it as tasting like a food-truck cheesesteak, which is not at all an insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it did the job. Since I've never been a regular cheesesteak eater, I can't say when I'll return. Perhaps when I get another bout of homesick-ness. Especially because they have Tastycakes!! (and I was so excited to order that I forgot to ask if they had soft pretzels. Looking at the online menu, it would appear that they don't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they'll add a chicken cheesesteak?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932835571545848088-4445477227418526312?l=foodandyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4445477227418526312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/taste-of-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/4445477227418526312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/4445477227418526312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/taste-of-home.html' title='A taste of home'/><author><name>mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306880951139971361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/Sq_D_qGePKI/AAAAAAAAADE/2g2hIlSRgB0/s72-c/cheesesteak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932835571545848088.post-6183877678225285973</id><published>2009-09-10T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:52:58.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee bean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkin'/><title type='text'>Autumn, and you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/Sqm51zi4bBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CN97RtkhmXs/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/Sqm51zi4bBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CN97RtkhmXs/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380035563891485714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall is, by far, my favorite season. Turns out Southern California doesn't really have Fall. I sort of knew this but it really hit me today. It was like, 87 degrees. And all I could think of was pumpkin spice, turtlenecks, scarves, and perfect sleeping weather. Luckily, The Coffee Bean &amp;amp; Tea Leaf has their Pumpkin Ice Blended out, so I was able to indulge in my first of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, Coffee Bean doesn't have the nutritional values for their seasonal items on their website, so I emailed them. In less than an hour and a half, Rochelle Jones, a&lt;br /&gt;Customer Relations Representative had replied with everything I wanted. I love good customer service!!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932835571545848088-6183877678225285973?l=foodandyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6183877678225285973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/autumn-and-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/6183877678225285973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/6183877678225285973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/autumn-and-you-know.html' title='Autumn, and you know'/><author><name>mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306880951139971361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/Sqm51zi4bBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CN97RtkhmXs/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932835571545848088.post-2253155510978647564</id><published>2009-09-10T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:35:14.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite summer salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/Sqm3WKyMOXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NciZUtiL47Y/s1600-h/photo%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/Sqm3WKyMOXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NciZUtiL47Y/s320/photo%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380032821350644082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watermelon. A lot.  And I'm a bit late to the whole "watermelon as part of a savory salad" thing.  Last summer, I discovered it at &lt;a href="http://www.valanni.com/"&gt;Valanni &lt;/a&gt;in Philly. I had a salad with watermelon, feta, and...that's all I remember. (There's a picture of it on the website but I don't see it listed anywhere on the menu) But it was delicious, whatever was in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I started making my own version with cubed tomato, watermelon, Parmesan, some balsamic vinegar (I like &lt;a href="http://www.dibruno.com/Detail.bok?no=1285"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; from DiBruno Bros. And yes, it moved with us) and salt and pepper. Delicious! This summer, I've been making it, but subbing in cucumber for tomato (nothing compares to a Jersey tomato, and LPR isn't a fan of tomato in salads) and sometimes adding in green onion and some lettuce. It's salty and sweet and creamy and oniony and so so so good. Like, make noises while you eat good. It would be even better with arugula though. Or some sort of pea sprout! Oooh that would be good! You should try that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932835571545848088-2253155510978647564?l=foodandyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2253155510978647564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-favorite-summer-salad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/2253155510978647564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/2253155510978647564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-favorite-summer-salad.html' title='My favorite summer salad'/><author><name>mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306880951139971361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/Sqm3WKyMOXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NciZUtiL47Y/s72-c/photo%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932835571545848088.post-3049489295171593543</id><published>2009-08-27T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:39:07.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A love letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpcVVuhawmI/AAAAAAAAACk/7Vg4Nz3Qilc/s1600-h/yogurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374788143299609186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpcVVuhawmI/AAAAAAAAACk/7Vg4Nz3Qilc/s200/yogurt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Vons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your store brands are the bees knees. It was your phenomenal branding that first got my attention: your Lucerne products are so appealing to look at. I feel like I am purchasing some frou frou dairy product. And your organics! They look so much like Whole Paycheck's 365 brand, that my sister didn't know the organic frozen waffles I bought for her were anything but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what has captured my heart are your incredible yogurt flavors. Yes, yogurt. And light yogurt at that. Bartlett Pear Mangosteen. Passion Orange Pineapple. Let me say it again: Passion. Orange. Pineapple. I wanna give this yogurt a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Mel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932835571545848088-3049489295171593543?l=foodandyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3049489295171593543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-letter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/3049489295171593543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/3049489295171593543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-letter.html' title='A love letter'/><author><name>mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306880951139971361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpcVVuhawmI/AAAAAAAAACk/7Vg4Nz3Qilc/s72-c/yogurt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932835571545848088.post-8033847315774545814</id><published>2009-08-24T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:34:08.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos of my life in food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food is obviously something that occupies a large portion of my thinking. With the exception of food I actually make, I've found that I don't usually take photos of the food I'm about to eat, but rather photos of me eating, LPR eating, or photos of us before or after eating. Some are quick moments in my life, some have strong emotions attached. These are my stories. (cue Law &amp;amp; Order "dum dum")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v189/183/110/821313153/n821313153_630491_3237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v189/183/110/821313153/n821313153_630491_3237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the very first fancy shmancy decorated cupcakes I made, and I did them for LPR's bday a few years back. This was before I got all mature and hoity toity and was still using boxed cake and frosting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpQaHDAICZI/AAAAAAAAABU/Wazi7a3G75g/s1600-h/sugar+cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373948963727083922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpQaHDAICZI/AAAAAAAAABU/Wazi7a3G75g/s200/sugar+cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went through a brightly colored sugar cookie phase (mainly while I was on leave from my job to finally finish my thesis for my Masters Degree): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, while on my leave, my sister and I planned a surprise "120th" birthday party for my parents. (they turned 60 within a month of each other.) It was a lovely event, with otherwise forgetful food....with the exception of the cakes we got from &lt;a href="http://http//www.flyingmonkeyphilly.com/"&gt;Flying Monkey Patisserie &lt;/a&gt;in Philadelphia. We ordered a pound cake with lemon frosting for my dad, and a chocolate cake with raspberry frosting for my mom. It's worth mentioning that what you see below represents half of what we ordered. And that there was also dessert served at the party. We had so much cake leftover that we were giving it to anyone who would take it. Which wasn't too difficult because it was sofreakingdelicious. I loved this party, because my parents were so happy to have family and friends together. Plus my mom didn't have to cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v376/183/110/821313153/n821313153_1450669_1967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 365px" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v376/183/110/821313153/n821313153_1450669_1967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the delicious cakes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my first foray into fancy baking, made for LPR's bday last year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpQaVtnnl2I/AAAAAAAAABc/2tjdDDKLvWo/s1600-h/chocolate+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373949215685187426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpQaVtnnl2I/AAAAAAAAABc/2tjdDDKLvWo/s200/chocolate+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this fantastic chocolate, salted caramel layer cake with almonds that took about 47 hours to make and coated our itty bitty kitchen in chocolate. And then of course, I realized that there were only 2 of us to eat it, so we ended up bringing slices of it to LPR's parents and sister when we went out for a birthday dinner. Delicious, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am noticing a theme of too much cake/too few people. Moving on.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In November, 2008 we attended a wedding in Edinburgh, so we decided to jump over to Dublin for a night and Paris for 2 nights. You know, cause of my love of all things French. We were there for Thanksgiving, and it so happened that on the Champs Elysees, everything was decorated for Christmas, and there was a sort of street fair going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpQa-3JLmOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jn8AE9Sc74g/s1600-h/whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373949922616514786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpQa-3JLmOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jn8AE9Sc74g/s200/whiskey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Paris on our first night, drinking a whiskey/coffee deliciousness: (the name I have forgotten) and eating a baguette with butter, ham and cheese. I could eat these every day of my life. True story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpQbIH5RUxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MU4eZwgfArE/s1600-h/ham+and+cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373950081732006674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpQbIH5RUxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MU4eZwgfArE/s200/ham+and+cheese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where I interrupt the story to tell you about the photos I forgot to take. On Thanksgiving day, LPR and I hopped a train to Versailles to have lunch at Gordon Ramsey's La Veranda at the Trianon Palace. It was an amazing experience. They let me speak my crappy french and didn't sneer at us while we struggled with words. When I asked where the bathroom was (and even understood the response!), they still walked me halfway there. Just so, so nice. And the food. LPR had oysters (after we had to ask what the word "huitre" was) and I believe they were the best he's had. Also, I can't remember what else we ate. But it was delicious. And just a wonderful experience. (and yes I see the irony in not remembering what we ate and still talking about the meal. It doesn't matter because the memory of the whole is more important than the specifics. Or something like that) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpQbnFZCTBI/AAAAAAAAACE/4qROMjONfyA/s1600-h/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373950613635877906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpQbnFZCTBI/AAAAAAAAACE/4qROMjONfyA/s200/thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, we went to Montmartre to see Sacre Coeur. We also had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner of ham &amp;amp; cheese omelets, bread, and wine. This is LPR looking French and pensive. This happens to be a very strong, happy memory that fills me with an intense sense of....sentimentality? Not sure what it is, but it makes me want to go right back to that spot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hhh Paris. I hope to see you again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v647/183/110/821313153/n821313153_1590796_9631.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward to our life in LA....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpQctrJGHPI/AAAAAAAAACU/hLObardjMf8/s1600-h/lou+bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373951826360409330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpQctrJGHPI/AAAAAAAAACU/hLObardjMf8/s200/lou+bill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his will probably get its own review one day, but I wanted to put this here anywhere. LPR and I discovered a fantastic restaurant within walking distance of our apartment. This is the bill from our first visit. Despite the Devil's tax, we continue to return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! the restaurant is called Lou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, because it's clear you don't understand just how much I love food and baking, I had it tattooed on my foot&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373952139329253266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpQc_5Crr5I/AAAAAAAAACc/oagB1xFvzug/s200/tattoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And yes, it hurt like a bitch.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs081.snc1/4545_110201048153_821313153_2675775_1950134_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v376/183/110/821313153/n821313153_1450669_1967.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932835571545848088-8033847315774545814?l=foodandyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8033847315774545814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/photos-of-my-life-in-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/8033847315774545814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/8033847315774545814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/photos-of-my-life-in-food.html' title='Photos of my life in food'/><author><name>mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306880951139971361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpQaHDAICZI/AAAAAAAAABU/Wazi7a3G75g/s72-c/sugar+cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932835571545848088.post-4608301573018699398</id><published>2009-08-24T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:55:20.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA restaurants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french'/><title type='text'>I love all things French....usually</title><content type='html'>Oh how I love french food. And french restaurants. Steak tartare, steak frites, giant plates of country ham, baguettes, croissants. And luckily, LPR loves himself some escargot. In fact one of my favorite meal/food experiences was when we were in St. Maarten and had lunch on the beach-I started with carpaccio, he started with escargot, and then we shared some sashimi. All while our waitress spoke in French and English. And gave us complimentary house made rum at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...whenever there is a French restaurant with carpaccio, some sort of tartare, and escargots, I'm ready to go. I'd passed by Figaro in Los Feliz, and really wanted to check it out. We happened to be going to the Steve Allen Theatre to see &lt;a href="http://http//www.steveallentheater.com/nevermore"&gt;Nevermore&lt;/a&gt; (go see it. now. it's great), so it was a great opportunity to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;GREAT happy hour menu that includes mini-martinis for $4 and carpaccio and escargots for $5 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretty decent frenchy-bistro atmosphere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The bad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Terrible service. We had considered dessert, but it took our waiter so long to check on us that we were afraid we'd miss the show if we ordered even coffee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not so great food. I got the carpaccio* to start. When it came out, I thought there had maybe been a mixup and they had given me salmon carpaccio. The beef was pink, not the bright red it should be. It was waaay over dressed with too much lemon. LPR had the escargots. He said, fairly unenthusiastically, that they were "fine". For my entree, I opted for the salmon tartare. A bit too fishy, and the potato blinis tasted like something from a box. LPR had the sea bass cassoulett with clams. It was served with an unnecessary tomato tempura situation. (it was good, but didn't seem to go with the dish) There also seemed to be a weird use of fresh basil on everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;We probably would have enjoyed our food more had the service not been so. unbearably. slow. &lt;/p&gt;And so we continue on our (my) search for great french food in LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*what is that, the 3rd time I've said "carpaccio" in this post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpMGEisvOLI/AAAAAAAAABE/jSn7YQdmjLA/s1600-h/Figaro+no+service.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373645455486826674" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpMGEisvOLI/AAAAAAAAABE/jSn7YQdmjLA/s200/Figaro+no+service.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;his would be what we stared at for a good 15 minutes as we waited for our waiter. or the dessert menu. or the check.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932835571545848088-4608301573018699398?l=foodandyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4608301573018699398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-all-things-frenchusually.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/4608301573018699398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/4608301573018699398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-all-things-frenchusually.html' title='I love all things French....usually'/><author><name>mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306880951139971361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpMGEisvOLI/AAAAAAAAABE/jSn7YQdmjLA/s72-c/Figaro+no+service.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932835571545848088.post-129225275705391458</id><published>2009-08-24T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:54:27.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pie'/><title type='text'>Another first-</title><content type='html'>Despite my love of baking, I had never made a pie. Ever. So on June 2, I had a random day off, and I made my very first pie ever. Cherry. Complete with lattice crust. It was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpL1GQba9bI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QXFKdSmqF0Q/s1600-h/cherry+pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373626793244423602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpL1GQba9bI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QXFKdSmqF0Q/s200/cherry+pie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn good cherry pie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932835571545848088-129225275705391458?l=foodandyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/129225275705391458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/129225275705391458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/129225275705391458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-first.html' title='Another first-'/><author><name>mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306880951139971361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpL1GQba9bI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QXFKdSmqF0Q/s72-c/cherry+pie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932835571545848088.post-1591512095118041191</id><published>2009-08-24T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:54:04.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yeast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soft prezels'/><title type='text'>Feeling Homesick</title><content type='html'>One of the things I miss about Philly is the ability to get soft pretzels easily. It's silly, because I didn't eat them that often. There's a chain called &lt;a href="http:///www.phillysoftpretzelfactory.com"&gt;The Philly Soft Pretzel Factory&lt;/a&gt; that makes giant twist soft pretzels. And in different flavors, like bagels. I love the "everything" That and a cup of soup made for a perfect lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after moving here, I got a craving for soft pretzels. Having never made a yeast recipe, I scoured the internets for the perfect one, and came upon &lt;a href="http://http//www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/alton-brown/homemade-soft-pretzels-recipe/index.html"&gt;Alton Brown's&lt;/a&gt;. LPR will say I chose this recipe because I have a crush on Mr. Brown. I argue that this recipe had the best reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as difficult as I expected, but then, this is what I ended up with: &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpLy_OweE4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/rI1LxIhezk8/s1600-h/pretzels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373624473513497474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpLy_OweE4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/rI1LxIhezk8/s200/pretzels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once baked, they tasted fine, but still looked funny. In my expert opinion, I would say that they needed more flour, which probably would have made the dough waaaay less sticky and easier to shape. They weren't quite dense enough, which probably would have been corrected with more flour as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably try again, but not until it cools down. Did I mention we don't have AC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932835571545848088-1591512095118041191?l=foodandyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1591512095118041191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling-homesick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/1591512095118041191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/1591512095118041191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling-homesick.html' title='Feeling Homesick'/><author><name>mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306880951139971361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i1TlkJPmL3o/SpLy_OweE4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/rI1LxIhezk8/s72-c/pretzels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932835571545848088.post-4321491554613607601</id><published>2009-08-24T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:06:00.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First post!</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when we lived in Philly, we often talked about blogging about all of our fun food and drink experiences, because as LPR said, "we like food and have strong opinions!" We never did, and now we're in LA and it's time to start writing, I think. We've only been here for 6 months, which means so many of our experiences are brand new. Also, I love to bake and I try to cook, so expect to hear about those adventures.&lt;br /&gt;("Food and you know" came from a roadtrip, when LPR suggested we stop at a rest stop for "Food, and you know". I'm still not sure what the "you know" was)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932835571545848088-4321491554613607601?l=foodandyouknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4321491554613607601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/4321491554613607601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932835571545848088/posts/default/4321491554613607601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foodandyouknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-post.html' title='First post!'/><author><name>mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13306880951139971361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
