It is a running joke in my family that I cook like my dad. We have this inexplicable need to dirty EVERY dish we own. I have accepted the fact that the fabled “cook does not clean” rule will never be mine because I turn the kitchen into a culinary war zone. With that being said you can now fully appreciate it when I tell you that the havoc I wreaked on my quest for Nutella cupcake perfection was unlike anything I’d ever seen. my dishes had dishes. But it was worth every sudsy clean up second to experience this cupcake!
I have been MIA for awhile preparing for a move from good ol’ Utah to the San Francisco Bay area. My genius husband was fortunate enough to be accepted into the Stanford-Palo Alto University consortium graduate school program. I could not be more proud of him and excited for this new chapter in our lives. So in August of 2013 we loaded up in a truck and headed to Cali.
Here are some things that I learned along the way.
Matt and I just returned from France where we took an amazing Tauck tour of Loire Valley, Brittany, Normandy, and Paris. I couldn’t possibly fit all of the amazing things we have seen into one post so I will start with a quick video compilation of clips from our trip including our visit to the Pont des Arts to “lock” our love on the bridge.
Over Easter weekend I had the most amazing potatoes ever! I am seriously ruined for all other taters. They are creamy and packed with flavor. Make these for your next family get together and you will knock their socks off.
Growing up my dad would make these incredible enchiladas as a tribute to his childhood in New Mexico. I have modified the recipe somewhat as native New Mexicans have a spice tolerance that leave others running for milk. However if you feel up to braving the fire simply increase the number and add some green hatch chiles.
1/2 C greek Yogurt
4 T olive oil
4 T dijon mustard
1/4 of a lemon squeezed
3 garlic cloves
1 1/2 T balsamic vinegar
Blend it all up and add a little pepper.
The flu has hit our house in full force. It took me out first with a roundhouse kick to the nose and once I managed to rally Matt went down for the count. By that point I was so sick of chicken noodle soup I couldn’t bring myself to make it one more time. So amidst kleenexes and my new obsession with Alias I devised a version of tortilla soup light enough to handle on our sick stomachs, kick of spice to clear up some congestion, and delicious enough to tempt our appetites. May I just say…NAILED IT! Hopefully you have all seen Pitch Perfect or I just sounded really dumb. I seriously liked this soup so much I made a second batch to freeze for later.