It’s been a while since my last Secret Recipe Club post. Did you think I left them? Of course not! With so much going on during the holidays, it was decided that December and January would form one BIG month. Weeks A & B would reveal the first two weeks of December, then we’d all enjoy the holidays and customary post holiday food coma for a month, the C & D would reveal. So here we are, rounding out the double month with Week D’s reveal. February will be back to our regularly scheduled programming. Promise.
This month I was assigned Table for Seven. Erin is an amazing cook who has challenged herself to provide healthy, not from the freezer meals for her and her family. Oh, I’m sorry, you don’t think that’s too difficult? Hmm, well did I mention her family includes her and her husband plus FIVE kids? That’s where the Table for Seven comes from. I hardly have the time to cook for just my husband and I sometimes, so Erin, for cooking and still having the energy to share with us…BRAVO!
Oranges are so overrated. And grapefruits. What’s with the lack of love for all the other citrus out there?! Buddha hands, clementines (my favorite because I can actually peel them), tangerines. As much as I try to stay local, when Florida citrus starts beckoning me this time of year, I can never resist. Hey, at least I’m sticking to the same coast! A trip to Fairway the other day resulted in a bag of tangerines, among other non necessary food splurges (nutella anyone?).
Good morning, good morning! I feel like I should insert a little tune here. Mornings are really all over the place for me. Sometimes an early rise, like being at the Park Slope Food Coop for a 5am receiving shift the other day (the farmers from upstate were already there so just imagine how early they got up…) to waking up at 2pm on a Sunday afternoon, and then wondering at 7pm where the day has gone. When time permits, mornings mean breakfast. Good, slow, effort filled breakfasts. Growing up we had pancakes every Saturday morning for as long as I could remember. My brother and I would watch Saturday morning cartoons (which apparently don’t really exist anymore) and wait for our mom to prepare breakfast. Sometimes we’d help but more often not. If it was a really special day, our pancakes would be in the shape of hearts, stars or even a Mickey Mouse face.