While visiting my parents these past couple of days, my mother and I have been on a cooking frenzy. We both like food (in my case it MIGHT be more of an obsession), we both like to cook (in my case it MIGHT be more of a fixation) and it is oh so much more fun to share these kinds of things. Recipes, pictures of food, dreams cloaked in homemade bread slathered with butter. Mmmm.
Last night we made this dish on recommendation of my brother. I'm pretty sure we messed a bunch of steps up because it didn't come out to the savory perfection he said it would, but meh, it was fun to make.
Yesterday we made a french bread in my parent's new bread maker. I ate half of the loaf along side half of a stick of butter.
This morning we visited our favorite local French bakery where I devoured a brioche and a bite or two (or three) of each other pastry we bought.
Tonight we make this dish and ohmyGod I made it at home a few weeks ago. I substituted chicken because I'm allergic to shrimp (yes, I'm the nerdy one with allergies at every dinner party). Georgia also tried this recipe recently and shredded her chicken instead of chunking. We shall try that tonight because, as she put it, "it allows the chicken to soak up more of the cream sauce," Um, MMMMMM.
Tomorrow morning we attempt homemade cinnamon rolls.
Tomorrow night is steak with new potatoes.
The following night it's pizza with a homemade crust. You should see the marinated mozzarella we have waiting in the fridge. HOLY GOD.
You guys, I love food. Me luv fud.
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