I’ve been seeing variations of this no-churn ice cream around the web since what feels like forever, and maybe it’s the pints of haagen dazs ice cream that keep going on sale (and that I can’t help but snatch up), but I’ve never gotten around to making the stuff myself.
Thinking back, we’ve actually owned quite a few kitchen appliances/unitaskers over the years. I don’t know how that happened, but I guess it’s not too surprising, coming from a foodie family. Sorry I used that word. Had to be done.
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Exciting news: I have conquered pie and live to tell the tale.
It wasn’t all the bad, actually.
Admittedly, I have always shied away from pies and laminated doughs. They’re at the very top of the pyramid of my personal #bakinggoals. Laminated dough at the top. Then pie. Then entremets which I am dying to make but am also deathly afraid of.
The pie-spiration comes from none other than Four & Twenty Blackbirds Pie Book, which is the first official non-second-hand-actual-hardcover-cookbook that I have bought. I’ve refrained from buying cookbooks for the longest time, telling myself that I wouldn’t actually cook everything inside, or that there’s a wealth of cookbooks in the library, or that there’s so many gorgeous blogs in the blogosphere nowadays. Which may be true, but to turn through the crisp pages and to be able to make notes in it and call it yours forever and ever—– it may be worth it.
And this book is a true beauty. Beautiful pictures, great crust-making tips (with large pictures showing the texture you should be looking for), an introduction about their beginnings, family business and the start of their pie shop, and a detailed yet comprehensive discussion about ingredients, sourcing them, and tools. I also really appreciated how their belief in using local, seasonal ingredients is inherent in how they decided to structure their book. Continue reading →
HIRING: hand model. must be able to hold things. hot things and cold things. light things and heavy things. multiple things or one thing. must have not-so-pretty, wise-looking hands with character, maybe some protruding veins to symbolize life. must have hands that can tell stories without words. hands must be chiral. short nails are a must because long nails = the chalkboard noise.
BENEFITS: some hand lotion and maybe nail clippers.
What I realize is missing from my photos is some sort of presence of life. Shots of people tearing apart bread, rolling up the dough while basked in the dim evening shadows. The in-the-process-moody photos. The sort of photos that grip you with the lighting and mood, that stir up some memories of childhood or family, that conjure up aromas and tastes in your mind. You know, even if it’s something as simple as muffins on a cooling rack and one arm grabbing one, another unwrapping one.
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