Oh, Eastern Market, how I love thee. No, really I do, it’s probably one of the best outdoor (and indoor) farmer’s markets in the area. Problem is, it’s about a 30 – 45 minute drive from my house, and I won’t even begin to talk about parking. If I could I would go every day, just to pick up some fresh flowers, fruits and vegetables from local farmers. Maybe even eat a crepe, or stand in line at Market Lunch, on a Saturday morning. Well, if I could skip the line, in a VIP kind of way, I would totally do it. However, I don’t see that happening anytime soon, so I’ll just wait like everyone else.
Breaking Bad Habits, One Meal at a Time
16 FebLast night was the ultimate test. I was tempted to drop by the grocery store on my lunch break and pick up a few things for dinner. Luckily, I got busy at work and did not have a chance to go. If you have been reading my blog then you’ll know that I am trying to cook more, and use the foods I already have stocked in my fridge and pantry. I have developed a habit of going to the grocery store and not using the foods I buy. I attribute this horrible habit to my indecisive nature. I can say I want spaghetti for dinner, but end up making meatloaf. Seriously, it’s ridiculous, and I’ve wasted way too much money and food because of it.
My Valentine’s Baby
14 FebI don’t really have a Valentine’s baby, but my BFF does! My Zsa Zsa, as I have nicknamed her, turned one yesterday. To celebrate her born day, I made her a giant cupcake cake, accompanied by red velvet and vanilla cupcakes. It was my first attempt at making and using fondant, and let me just say this was a labor of love. I know that it will never compare to what my BFF went through on the day Zsa Zsa was born, but it was exhausting. Continue reading
The Elusive Tortilla–Mastering the Art of Tortilla Making
12 FebMy Mother was an amazing cook. She loved trying new recipes, and tasting new dishes. Especially the Salvadorean cuisines my Father’s family cooked for her. However, there was one food that she loved, but could never quite master. That dish is what I affectionately call her elusive tortilla. She was always on the hunt, trying to figure out how to make these little “flatbreads”. She bought presses, asked coworkers, badgered random people on the street, can you say embarrassing for me and my sister, but ultimately she never learned how to make tortillas. So, I figured, I would pick up where she left off, besides going up to random people on the street, I also wanted to learn how to make these treats.



