Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
ricotta hotcakes with maple butter
To make the maple butter, place the butter and maple syrup in a bowl and stir to combine. Cover and refrigerate until ready to use.
Place the flour, sugar, egg yolks, buttermilk and vanilla in a bowl and mix to combine. Whisk the eggwhite until stiff peaks form and fold through the flour mixture with the ricotta.
Heat a lightly greased large non-stick frying pan over low heat. Cook 2 tablespoons of the mixture, in batches, for 3–4 minutes each side or until puffed and golden. Combine the extra sugar and cinnamon and sprinkle over the pancakes. Top with the maple butter, drizzle over the maple syrup and serve with lemon wedges. Serves 4.
* For blueberry ricotta hotcakes, add 1 cup (150g) fresh or frozen blueberries to the flour mixture with the ricotta. Top hotcakes with maple butter and drizzle over maple syrup.
I stole it off her sight.......so no one sue my for stealing it please.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Over the last month, I haven't been able to help but wonder if I have done something terribly wrong for karma to get back at me. So much in my life at the moment seems to be part of some elaborate scheme to stop me from moving forward. There has been a funeral, exhaustion, back aches, arthritis, boys lying to me, and the most recent one, food poisoning. Just when I thought I could finally get back to 'normal' life, I have had to spend two days in bed clutching my stomach and whimpering (and just for a side note, it wasn't from my cooking). Nothing seems to be falling into place and I feel so terribly discouraged. I just want my life back. I'm hoping desperately that things will fall into place soon, but until then I'm curled up in bed, too sick to eat, watching trashy shows, and cursing my ex-boyfriend (another story for another time.)
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
In Jewish tradition, when someone loved is lost, the family just sits by the body until the funeral. No one eats or works. They just sit and cry. After the funeral there is another week in which the family still do not work. They stay at home, cover all mirrors, and gather together. People from the outside comunity bring them food and care for them.
In our society there are no traditions like this. There are no set rules, and no guidelines that allow us to know what to do with our emotions. How do we deal with things we cannot understand?
Although I have no set idea, over this week I have noticed a pattern. It is a pattern that I have followed all my life when dealing with grief. I gather those I love around me. I tell my friends, hoping for some comfort. I sit quietly all day. I stay up late at night. I cry. I get angry. I avoid my bedroom, with the fear of having to be alone and face things. I cry. Then finally I move all the furniture around in my room, in search on some change. I open all the windows looking for some fresh air. I sleep. I cry. I push away any men in my life. I try to distract myself. I look for reasons to be upset with anything else apart from the grief. And of course I bake.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
- In a pot over very low heat melt together the butter and chocolate
- Whisk with an electric beater the eggs and sugar till pale.
- Sift in flour. Whisk till combined
- Stir in walnuts
- Add the cooked chocolate mix and mix in
- Bake at 160 for 40 minutes.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
My first day of holidays and I'm heading off to work. After a wine soaked dinner with some friends last night it's really the last thing I feel like doing. It should be nice to get out of the house though and be around the lovely girls I work with.