I never really settled on a name for this summer snack and I finally gave up on trying to come up with one. I realized my old habit of calling these “fruit cakes” was extremely misleading when I let it slip and had to watch a friend’s brow furrow deeper and deeper as I listed out the ingredients. No flour? Eggs? This isn’t a baked treat to be enjoyed with coffee?
Well, not entirely, though I do recommend having a cup of coffee handy after whipping these up.
Everything I’ve ever learned about making a good grilled cheese, I learned from my ex. Over our 10 years together I’ve tackled kitchen projects big and small, but the perfect grilled cheese always escaped me until he stepped in and taught me a few tricks.
All of which I applied the day I discovered Daiya. And even though I will gladly trot down to the market any day of the week and shell out $5 for a tiny wedge of cheese I’ll probably finish in 2 seconds, I’m really impressed with Daiya.
While I don’t remember the first time I ever had a Whole Bowl, I can perfectly remember the day I learned how to make Tali Sauce. It was a summer evening and I had a craving. Food carts were nearing closing time as I sat at my kitchen table on the verge of becoming hangry. So I did what any child of the Internet would do: I turned to Google.
Call it what you will: Tali Sauce, Northwest Sauce, Yum Sauce… If you’re from Portland you’ve probably had one of its many variations, or something close enough. And in all its myriad forms, surely someone, somewhere has tried to recreate this sauce, right?
I’m a dummy. The day before I went on a 14-day detox I decided I wanted to learn how to make Smitten Kitchen’s Peanutella. I could’ve sworn it was detox-friendly, but as I was dumping the cocoa powder and peanut oil into the food processor I noticed my huge oversight: 1 ¼ cups Powdered Sugar.
Once upon a last weekend I stumbled into a free sample table at my local grocery store. I’m always a sucker for samples, but not in the way most people are. No, I’m an actual sucker because I still haven’t figured out how to accept a free sample but still politely decline buying whatever it is they’re peddling. Words fail me. My face starts to flush. And the next thing I know, there’s a $7.49 tub of pumpkin-sunflower-flax seed butter in my basket.
All I wanted was some cat food. And maybe a can of beans.