Awhile back I’d caught a whiff of raving over the blogosphere regarding this recipe for chocolate chip cookies. I’m not really big on eating cookies, but I love to bake them. Something about the process of baking is so much more satisfying than actually horking down the fruits of my labor. As you can see, this usually ends well for friends of mine.
Sometimes making stuff from scratch isn’t always as practical as just going to the store and paying someone to give it to you quick and dirty (wait, that didn’t come out right…).
For most folks, I imagine homemade chai will fall into that category. It’s not like the salsa recipe I posted last week, which was easy, cost efficient and full of simple ingredients found in any grocery store. With chai, while most of the ingredients are pretty simple, there are things like whole star anise and cardamom pods that might scare some away.
But, stay with me here, because I promise it’s worth it.
Doesn’t that sound like the most amazing vacation spot on the face of the Earth? Too bad it doesn’t exist. Or maybe it’s a good thing it doesn’t exist, since I just got way too excited fantasizing about a fictional island where sandwiches stacked with potato chips are an unlimited resource.
Well, the point of this post was not for me to look like a weirdo (too late!) but for me to say… If you’ve never had a chipwich, you’re missing out.
Chris has been on a food detox for a while now, cutting back the processed foods and having little to no dairy. As I type he’s munching on the leftover kale stems from a salad I just made – this kid means business.
We were thinking up meal ideas when he got a craving for soup, one with all the good stuff and then some. Even better, he said he’d look up a recipe and make it himself. Deal!
I’ve always been a fan of weird food combos. Watermelon and Purple Onion? Yum! Popcorn and Soy Sauce? Duh. Cheez-Its and Vanilla Ice Cream? PLEASE BELIEVE IT.
So, when I first read about a no-pectin strawberry jam made with balsamic vinegar, my first thought was …………
I didn’t actually have a first thought, because I was too busy conjuring up images of all the baked goods I’d be slathering this jam all over.