Friday, October 28, 2011

Birthdays come but once a year..

It was my birthday yesterday, and it was certainly wasn't the same as any other year.  I mean, is it ever really the same?  You're one year older than the previous birthday.  You've lived one more year from the last birthday.  You've probably grown and experienced so much in the past year .. probably.  

I wanted to share that no matter how old I get (at least for the birthdays that I remember), when someone lights the candles and people begin to sing, I always, always get teary eyed.

Whatever. I am not one of those sentimental types, but for whatever reason .. candles .. singing .. cake .. the dimmed lights .. gets me EVERY single time.

This year, since I'm living in upstate New York, I obviously couldn't do my usual dinner party, dress up, cook a feast, and get drunk with all of my friends.  My friends from nursing school made it special though. They even told the waitress it my birthday, and I got fried ice cream with 'happy birthday' written on the plate,  and they gave me wine & delirium as a present.  What great people.  I must say I'm truly lucky; who makes such great friends in such a short amount of time?  Well, no sense questioning .. I guess I'll just settle for being grateful.

Well.. since I didn't have a big party to take a bunch of pictures at (I just had cake with Christopher back at my apartment after eating out with my friends), I only took 3 pictures .. all of my cake.  It wasn't even one of my usual culinary creations, just boxed cake, a 13 X 9, and buttercream frosting.  It was still very delicious.

I made the cake, decorated it, and put the candles in.  I called Chris in from the living room, and we lit the candles.  He sang.  It was one of the simplest but best moments in my life.


Candles. Cake. Christopher.

Good friends.  Great day.  So much to be thankful for.

Who really could ask for more?  No wonder I get teary eyed, even if I am .. one year older.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Family Recipes: Potato Pancakes

So I had this idea last weekend to make something that my grandpa used to make.  These delicious, warm, simple potato pancakes.  I don't actually know if they have a real name, but its something I remember very distinctly growing up.  Since I was young when he would make these, I really didn't have a recipe in mind.  All I could remember was eating these cakey, potato-y, flour-y pancakes rolled up with melted butter and grape jelly inside just as we got home from school.

I knew left over mashed potatoes were involved.  I also knew flour had to be involved as well.  I had potatoes. I enlisted my boyfriend to hunt the flour part of the deal [unbleached, unbromated all-purpose flour to be exact .. I love upstate NY-- we have Kind Arthur flour!!].  The milk was only a few days old so I deemed it a usable staple in this recipe.

See, I spent last weekend at my boyfriend's house, which is a nice break from the study cave my apartment has become.  However, his kitchen is like cooking in a third world country.  Obviously, it is certainly much worse in a third world country, but his kitchen does lack a certain .. cleanliness and seriously lacks usable supplies. We're talking I've got rusted pans, pots with handles missing, a mysterious goopy stain on the ceiling that most certainly collects bug.  Its a bit of a mess .. I clorox as I go .. and get .. creative with what I have to work with.

Despite the unfortunate state of his kitchen, we must eat, so I set forth to fulfill my craving for Grandpa Tom's potato pancakes.  

So I've got the left over potatoes, the flour and some milk.  I'm operating under the assumption that since I remember them as pancakes, they must come from a pancake like batter.  Just a different type of consistency.

Ok so first attempt I use flour, milk and the potatoes. Thinned to a pancake-like consistency. Batter looked right.  So I sprayed the only non-stick pan in the place with some non-stick spray and dropped a few spoon fulls into the preheated pan. Which didn't go so well.. as you can see though .. I dumped it into a non-environmentally friendly bowl, topped it with butter and raspberry jelly [the only jelly in the fridge] and ate it.  It tasted the same, but wasn't the same in presentation or consistency .. so still not quite right.  






Then I enlist my mother.  I find that egg needs to be involved.  Ok, new plan.  Same batter, add egg, more flour, milk and the rest of the potatoes.  Dropped into hot pan, swirled around to thin out [sort of like making crepes, but a thicker version], flipped and filled and .. SUCCESS!



I covered the pancake with butter and more jelly, rolled it, then indulged! Tasted just as I remember.

Recipe:
1 cup of left over potatoes (I used simple russet potatoes mashed with milk, butter, salt and pepper. Note: if you're using potatoes that are already salted don't add salt to the pancake mixture, if your potatoes aren't salted, add a dash for the pancake batter)
1 cup of milk
1 egg
1-1.5 scant cup of unbleached, unbromated all purpose flour

Combine all of the ingredients in a bowl.  Mix so there are no lumps and the mix has the consistency of a thick pancake batter.  Drop by tablespoon full into a greased hot griddle or pan.  Smooth drop out in a circular motion to thin pancake.  Flip after 1-2 min or until side is browned slightly [you'll see the hallmark sparse brown spots].  Cook other side another minute or two or until browned slightly.  Remove pancake to platter, smother with butter and jelly [any jelly, jam, or preserve would really work, but grape jelly was always the old stand-by growing up].  ENJOY!

Friday, October 14, 2011

wrist jewerly & the bean of life.

What two things in life could be more perfect? Something to adorn your darling wrists.  Something warm and loving to fill your arms. Something fresh and lively to fill your cup.

Fill your wrists with colors and noise.
Fill your arms with something unexpected.

Fill your cup with life. 


This blog will be about my adventures in life.  As a woman, a nursing student, a food lover, a cook, a yogi, a fashionista, and most importantly, completely human.

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