I love to eat different kinds of food, especially sweet ones such as cookies or pie. Despite this fact, I have very little experience in baking and cooking, and the only things that I am willing to bake are foods with premixed formulas. Due to my apathy, I have very few baking ingredients within my house. The oven is mainly used as a storage area for unused kitchenware rather than something for actually making food.
Over the weekend before Thanksgiving, these facts somewhat changed. My friend, Vivi, came over to my house to visit. I have had an amity with her for years, and I greeted her excitedly as she entered the door since I have not seen her in a month. She took off her shoes and laid them at the entrance before following me upstairs to the living room.
Vivi and I sat on the wooden living room floor, playing cards and discussing what we have been doing for the past month, but this activity can only be done for so long before it becomes as boring as watching paint dry. We half-heartedly played another game of Spit before Vivi mentioned in the spirit of Thanksgiving that we should bake a pie.
“Baking? A pie?” I asked, “I can barely even bake brownies that have pre made formulas. This is way above my level (although many people would think that this is quite an easy recipe).”
“Well I haven’t baked anything like this
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My mother laid the dough on the inner edges of the tray and Vivi and I poured the filling onto that. I then carefully covered it all with a layer of dough. A thought occurred to me at that point. Most professionally baked pies contain holes on the top. There has to be a reason for that (researching further after we finished baking it, the holes apparently allow air to escape so the crust would not bubble or crack). Following this idea, I poked a couple of holes on the top with a fork even though it did not look very aesthetically
The baker will start by melting the one stick of butter in the oven safe dish. Take the paper off of the stick butter and place the stick of butter in the oven safe dish, then place the oven safe dish in the preheated oven until butter is melted, after the butter is melted put on oven mitts and remove the oven safe dish from the oven. Now get your measuring cup, measure out one cup of flour, pour the cup of flour in the mixing bowl. Then measure out one cup of milk and pour it in the mixing bowl, next measure out one cup of sugar and pour in mixing bowl. Next get the spoon and mix the ingredients thoroughly until mixed completely. Now pour the mix into oven safe dish on top of the melted butter, and lastly open the large can of peaches with can opener, dump all of the peaches on top of mix in oven safe dish.
The first thing you will need to do is gather everything that is essential to the task. This should be simple because there are only eight ingredients. They consist of flour tortillas, refried beans, ground beef, grated cheese, green onions, tomatoes, mushroom soup, and sour cream. You will also need a large mixing bowl, a frying pan, a pot, a knife, a spatula, four or five tablespoons, and a nine by thirteen glass baking dish.
have to bake, cool, and fill the roll with its filling, and you will have a total masterpiece.
Rather, it is about exploring the ‘possibility of finding nourishment and sustenance in a hybrid cultural/culinary identity’ through re-creating a family ritual that connects ‘cultural and the culinary’ (Beauregard 59) and sets the stage for a changed relationship between Muriel, her mother and Naoe.
The title itself made me begin to drool. Who wouldn’t want to know the secret behind not ever using the oven for baking cookies? So, I clicked on the link and it was not what I was expecting to be honest. I imagined it would be a middle aged mom, baking with her young children. But to my surprise, it was a young adult in her home kitchen. She had five people
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I started to walk across the street to my friend Lacey’s house. Lacey lives just outside Detroit, but like my family, her family comes to the cape for the summer. Our families’ have been friends for about 10 years, but we normally don’t see or talk to each other during the year, only summertime seems to bring us together. Traditionally Lacey and I leave for the beach together, even at age 7 we walked with our mothers, so I knew I had to tell her about this errand before I left for town.
I am warmed in the morning with the lingering spices from the kitchen as I begin to work up my appetite. I walk downstairs to the cornucopia baskets and thanksgiving wreaths that bring the lively autumn scene. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday time together with my family because it is the one time out of the year in which my entire family from all over the country comes together, to giving a feeling of unity. I walk into the kitchen to a smile from my mom as she reminds me to wash my hands. It is not time to eat yet, but just as every other year, she hands me the fresh green beans to help her prepare the last dish, the green been casserole. The dish often does not hold significance to many but depicts a symbol of unity as I reflect on the times with my family. For some, a casserole can date back to mark a period of struggle in American history, but the idea of a
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All we need is to understand well the ingredients, including fruit and vegetables, and think about how to substitute. Most of my classmates presented really nice products. I have got a lot of useful information from them. There is no one suffering from gluten problems around me, so I rarely pay attention to these products. I am not sure if there is more chance like this time that I can focus on gluten free or special dietary baking, so when I got the printed recipe that we made, I feel like I got treasures because they are worth keeping for ever.
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