June 10, 2011 § 6 Comments
Ever had a craving late at night when you know you should just have a glass of water and go to bed? Well, I had one of those last night after dinner. Even though we had perfectly good cupcakes waiting for us for dessert, I wanted something else. Crepes. Let me just tell you, if you are ever in this situation, be sensible eat the cupcake or just go to bed. You can make your crepes in the morning when you aren’t tired and when you are thinking properly.
Obviously, this is not what I did. Instead, I started to make crepes at 10pm, well aware of the fact that crepe batter must sit for at least an hour before you can use it. Apparently you must let the batter rest to get rid of the air bubbles so the crepe doesn’t fall apart when you flip it. I did try to speed up the process by popping the air bubbles with a toothpick to no avail. So there we were eating crepes at midnight. « Read the rest of this entry »
June 6, 2011 § 3 Comments
It’s Monday morning of finals week for Sam, and the ants have invaded, very unfortunate timing. They devoured our leftover baklava and everything else edible that was on our dining room table. I feel like I’m in Nicaragua again. So many ants. Back there we kept everything in the fridge: spices, pancake mix, flour, baking soda, pasta, you name it and it was in the fridge. Anything that would typically would be found in a pantry had to live in the fridge to avoid ant infestation. Only cans were immune to the ants.
I thought this was a perfectly normal practice until I came to the states. No flour in the refrigerator here. Silly me, but I easily got accustomed to leaving things out without fear. « Read the rest of this entry »
June 3, 2011 § 1 Comment
I used to dream about baklava when I was a kid. It was the sort of thing that we got once a year for Christmas. When the store that sold the holiday baklava boxes closed we were left without baklava for a long time. There were no Mediterranean restaurants in Nicaragua, none that I knew of at least, so we couldn’t get it anywhere else. During the one time of the year that we had guests from the states, Thanksgiving, we always had other requests aside from baklava. There was only so much room in their carry-on luggage and when the choice was between a bag of chocolate chips (it is true, for several years in Nicarauga you couldn’t buy chocolate chips anywhere–very sad times) and box of baklava, we had to choose the chocolate.
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