The past few months have been full of adventures and changes. I was in Copenhagen for a course through my uni, and it was the most amazing time. I got back, moved house, and have been setting up a new kitchen and delaying the inevitable tears of updating this bad boy and missing my time overseas.
I fulfilled my life-long dream of going to Paris, and met so many new (amazing, incredible, thoroughly missed) people. Most importantly, I ate my little heart out and have permanent souvenirs (french cheese will never leave my arteries, and I would never want it to). I took photos of everything i ate, and even if I’m the only one who (sad and late at night) appreciates it, I hope it finds some inspiration for other cooks. Or just inspires jealousy. I’m jealous of my European summer self.
I am so lucky to have had this opportunity, and I can’t wait to share. In the meantime, this is my seriously American recipe.
I am still exam-ing and studying and generally just poo at the moment.
I still want flavor, just have no time to shop or cook. So this was a recent forage through the pantry. Note: the sardines were from a lucky dip at a party themed ‘evil’. For reference.
Looks like when I’m stressy, I just want some weird-ass fish. Jalapeno sardines, friends?
With love, from Charlotte
And anyone who says otherwise is lying. This guy’s from Guzman, and is delicious.
If you are eating nachos with someone, you are fighting over limited resources of sour cream, beans, meat, chips, cheese, and of course guacamole. Each bite you take is a perfect mouthful. Your former friend and yourself vie for the ‘best bits’, and yet this is meant to be a typical ‘shared dish’. Unlike other foods, you can lose at nachos – quite easily, in fact. You’re the one with the bald chip and a lone blackbean – and the one with hatred in her heart towards her date.
I say that’s bogus. I say, order your own damn nachos. That’s nacho cheese.
(You never want to ‘share’ with me)
With love, from Charlotte
Well, a friend’s blog.
But a funny one, nonetheless. She is perfect, and too hilarious. This is the pie that she’s referring to – and you can check her out here:
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This is dedicated to my friend, who I will call ‘Schmalice’. She came up with the blog name, and also prompted me to make this recipe.
The problem with vegetarians are (nothing! I have no problems with vegetarians!) that they often have funny dietary requirements while also wearing leather shoes. Such hypocrisy is not found in my darling Schmal.
She knows that cheese contains rennet lots of the time (booo) and so, when we have a crisis-dinner-sesh I have to make sure that she is well catered for.
Enter, I kid you not, the vegetarian, run of the mill, no need to be refridgerated Shaker Cheese. The disgusting not-in-the-cheese aisle stuff. Doesn’t contain the nasty meatstuff (check the label, but I haven’t found any rennet in my local shops). The ricotta I use is also veg, but you’ll have to check the ingredients because its a gamble with the delicious soft cheeses. This pie also is delicious, and I ate at least 75% of the tray (a measley quarter with Schmalice and a half after she left) and didn’t save any for the working late boyf. Read the rest of this entry »