Musical as I am, I have songs for when I’m happy, songs for when I’m sad, songs for when I’m in love and songs for when I’m so mad at somebody I want to punch them in the face. I even have songs to listen to when I’m craving couscous, making couscous or eating couscous.
I do love my couscous songs. They make the whole couscous experience more multi-dimensional.
Here are a few must-know couscous songs. They’re in a different language but the rhythmic Arabic melody is so pleasant it will set the perfect mood for your couscous dinner.
Song 1: Fais-moi du couscous chéri by Bob Azzam: literally “make me some couscous, honey” is about a man who loves his wife dearly but complains that she wakes up hungry in the middle of the night, rubs her stomach and asks him to make her couscous. Determined to discourage her, he makes her a bad couscous in the hope of getting her to stop disrupting his sleep.
We have all had times when we needed to substitute an ingredient for another either out of necessity or preference. Just recently, I found myself trying to figure out substitution possibilities and amounts for a dessert recipe I was making and I thought I’d document my findings. This is as much for me to refer back to as it is for you, reader, to use as a guide. The substitutions below are partly from my own experience and partly from this resourceful book.
A chilled rhubarb soup sets the perfect tone for a fresh, colorful spring meal. Yes it does. Nothing says spring quite like rhubarb.
Rhubarb is wonderfully tangy but otherwise bland (in my opinion) and has to be paired with other ingredients that have a stronger temperament. Rhubarb-strawberry is a classic combination that I love but I wanted to experiment with a different pairing this time.
My only regret upon tasting this soup was that I didn’t think of combining rhubarb and pear sooner; they tasted like they were made for each other.
I know I say this about every soup I make but this one too tastes better the next day. After the flavors have had time to mingle, the soup tastes more fragrant and the mint flavor, especially, gets to shine a little brighter.
Growing up, my mother didn’t cook dinner, and if she did, it was never more complicated than an omelet. Most of the time, dinner consisted of leftovers from her elaborate, well-labored over multi-course lunches (two or three different salads, a main meat dish with vegetables, bread and fruit or a homemade dessert of sorts). Tortillas, being slightly more complex than omelets, only made an occasional appearance on our dinner table; sometimes they were part of lunch.
I’m used to grain-free baking so I had different ideas for a Passover dessert and this certainly wasn’t the first one to pop in my head. But as soon as I thought coconut macaroons, there was no longer question of anything else. Coconut macaroons are traditional Passover food which means that families would have them in their homes already, and all they would need is spare a couple to make this dessert. Things just made sense and fell right into place. Not that they would have if I didn’t think coconut macaroons tasted absolutely amazing. They have always been one my favorite cookies.
As the weather starts getting warmer, outdoor grilling, weekend barbecues and dinners alfresco become very attractive to me. I know I live in a place where it’s warm all the time but I like to follow the rhythm of the seasons nevertheless. I get excited about climatic changes no matter how subtle they are here in the Sunshine State.
I had some doubts about what to title this post and after much thought I had to call these kebabs “juicy” because they are so moist, tender and dripping with flavor. The marinade is really simple. You probably have all the ingredients for it already and no excuse for not making this recipe (Okay, maybe you do if you’re a vegetarian but even so, you should make a once in a lifetime exception. You can always blame your temptation on me if you feel guilty afterwards). The longer you marinate these kebabs, the more flavorful and tender they will get, and the happier you will be. Serve them with a fresh green salad or one of these fine salads for a fantastic spring meal.
This week is Spring Break where I live, but, no, I haven’t been tanning all day or partying all night (perhaps this weekend). I have been having a quiet stay-at-home week, living the stay-at-home-mom life, waking up slowly, cooking simple meals, spending hours at Barnes & Noble with Maya every day, browsing children’s books and reading cookbooks and gossip magazines. Quite an uneventful, ordinary (or rather extraordinary) week but one we enjoyed every bit of.
Amid the peaceful redundant rhythm of our week’s routine, I made these muffins. I’m usually a sweet-muffin-or-no-muffin-at-all type of girl but I have been doing some soul searching for likings that haven’t surfaced yet, and deep down, very deep down, I have found a craving for savory muffins ready to materialize. I gathered my ingredients and improvised these — yes, I’m one of those people who can cook and bake without a recipe. Don’t hate me for that, please.
What better way to showcase gorgeous spring berries than to frame them in clear aspic where their colors brightly shine through and their flavor is minimally fiddled with.
The beauty of this dessert is in its simplicity, not to mention that it’ll make you want to be playful and dig out those whimsical molds, forgotten brioche tins and ornate bundt pans. It can serve up to twelve people which makes it perfect for parties. Kids love it!!
Enjoy it with ice cream or lots of whip cream, and by all means, have seconds, if you feel like it. It’s all berries and tea — well mostly.
Every year at this time, the weather in South Carolina is nice and nippy, if not mildly frigid. I was hoping to catch a last dose of winter but this year, it was as warm as we had left it in Florida. I was disappointed, but only slightly, since staying home for the party is mostly what we do when we go there. Not that I’m discounting that. It’s something we rarely get to make time for. I mean, really, it’s a luxury these days to just sit around for a whole weekend, spend time with family, eat and chat all day long.
Our only outside adventure was a neighborhood treasure hunt, with frequent pauses to admire the new spring blossoms.
The party was smaller this year, consisting of about thirty people. Cheerful Irish music was playing as we ate, drank and had a sheer good time in our green paraphernalia. We’re so thankful to our hosts for always hospitably opening their home for the party.