I’ve been gluten-free for more than three years now and in the beginning, I’ll admit to being a bit apprehensive about navigating the gluten-free world. I knew I was ahead of the game because I already knew how to cook and was relieved I wasn’t learning that skill along with trying to figure out what was safe to eat. And believe me, after you been cross-contaminated a few times, you quickly understand how important it is to be able to eat well while being safe.
The Professor has been in LA at a college-related workshop all week and while I’ve missed him, I also know he’s had a great time; so far, the group has visited the Dancing With Stars set to watch this week’s live performances as well as a trip to the DreamWorks studio. They weren’t allowed to take photos but that’s alright because the excitement in his voice as he relayed the details was all I needed to know it has been a fabulous experience.
Hard Cider has quite the colorful history here in America; in fact, during Colonial times in the Eastern States, Cider was more popular than beer, wine or whiskey. It was far more difficult to grow grains for beer than it was to grow apples so seeds were brought over from England, orchards were established and cider-making was as popular here as it was in England. By the mid-1800s, the New England states were producing nearly 300,000 gallons of cider every year.
Back in May, The Professor and I were invited to spend 12 days in the Tuscany region of Italy to shoot two hands-on Culinary Getaways for Jovial Foods; to say that it was an experience of a lifetime is an understatement. Gorgeous 18th Century Tuscan villa surrounded by majestic cypress trees, stone walls covered in roses, church bells peeling in the distance and access to some of the very best food I’ve ever eaten – it was memorable.
I’ve been on a pickling kick this summer and in fact, I’ve pickled more food this year than ever. It started with these preserved lemons and moved on to sweet pickles, sour pickles, blackberries and I even have a jar of brandied cherries tucked away; jams and jellies are also stacked in the pantry and I may even try my hand at a bit of sauerkraut this fall.
I won’t swear to this but I don’t believe I experienced the buttery goodness of an avocado until my family made the move to Arizona when I was 13. Because back in the day, (a) ‘seasonal’ really did mean seasonal – as in, if it’s not in season in my hometown, it’s not on the store shelves and (b) Walla Walla isn’t an avocado growing climate, (c) I’m certain that if avocados were available ‘in season’, my family couldn’t afford them and most importantly, (d) Avocados are green. With knarly, bumpy skins. And they are soft and squishy. My grade school self said ‘Gross!’
The Professor and I have been participating in the Verizon Midwest Savvy Gourmet program since June and we’ve had a blast testing a few of the products they offer – specifically the Motorola XYBoard and the LG Intuition. Both are fun to use, but more importantly, both are powerful workhorses and have served us well in our travels these past several months.
We’ve been very fortunate to do quite a bit of traveling these past few months and one of those trips included heading to Upstate New York to attend a Longhouse Food Revival. The Professor and I weren’t quite sure what to expect . . . creator and visionary, Molly O’Neill made reference to ‘Burning Man’ – of which I know nothing.
Debra and I are excited to be participating in the Verizon Wireless Savvy Gourmet program and over the summer, we’ve been able to “test-drive” the Motorola™ XYBOARD 10.1 tablet. From email, web browsing and social media to a slew of other apps from the Google Play Store, this tablet has something for just about everyone. But today, let’s talk video!
Waffles were a big deal at the little house on Ankeny Street; my mother had a large waffle baker that had a long black ‘fabric-type’ of cord with little gold threads running through it. She would make one very large waffle or 4 individual pieces could be torn apart and shared; butter, jam or maple syrup was passed around the table and we were convinced we were the luckiest kids on the street.