Category: Made at home!
The Gujju snack that is khandvi
That image up there…is a plateful of khandvi. How do you get that? Honestly? I have no idea. Yes, I watched my Mom make it while I snapped away, but I’m terrible when it comes to remembering what she actually did. I need to write recipes down step-for-step before being able to re-create them on…
Chicken Parmigiana
In full disclosure, I must give all thanks to my flatmate Anna, who showed me this recipe in one of her cookbooks. It’s simple, quick to make and absolutely delicious. And I must admit, it’s one of the rare times I end up doing some baking in the oven!
Eid Mubarak!
Eid Mubarak everyone! Thanks to my friend Farah for having me over today 🙂
Of puff pastries, stuffed vegetables and floating islands
Have I ever mentioned my French flatmate (now ex-flatmate sadly enough)? And have I mentioned she’s an amazing cook? Yes, I have! This broadcast (or blogpost; let’s not get picky) is here to tell you – yet again – that she is brilliant! For starters, there were vegetable puff pastries with fresh salad on the side….
Baked Chicken
Bread? Check. Cheese? Check. Chicken? Check. Mayonnaise? Check. An assortment of veggies? Check. Baked goodness? YES!!! *bows to applause* Note: this was the first time I EVER baked anything. Yes, please continue clapping 🙂
Black Bean Burritos
I had a go at making black bean burritos with chicken in it… It is simply delicious! *smacks lips*
What’s the best thing to have with chocolate cake? Whipped cream!
Apologies for all the whipped cream posts I’ve been making lately. But as you can see, it’s all for a good cause: satisfying my gastronomic desires and making you wish you were with me…and my French flatmate, without whom I doubt I’d be able to do anything of the sort you can see in these…
What to do when you have leftover cream
My mother’s concoction – the only dessert I can make without fear of messing up.
Cheese + Baguette = Bliss!
I’d never been interested in types of cheese until I was matched with a French flatmate. To me, cheese meant cheddar and nothing more. Of course, this resulted in my French flatmate gasping at the sacrilege I was committing. She insisted I sample different kinds of cheese and when I protested saying I’d had cheddar…
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