kitchen witchen
I just made bananas foster. <3
Well, at least I think I did... I didn't have a recipe, and I had to be creative with the technique due to limited ingredients. Basically, you have to take my word for it.
It involved bananas, sugar, [pirated] brown sugar, maple syrup [before I, ah, borrowed the brown sugar], butter, and a little bit of salt, and then a large handful of cornmeal in order to flesh it out and make into bastardized corn-mush.
Really, my original intention had been to make corn-meal mush straight up, as I've heard all these stories about its legendary goodness but have never seen anyone make it. The way I imagined it is, you butter up your frying pan, throw in some cornmeal, add a bit of milk and salt and stir it up... and if it fails to do anything interesting after you've fried it for a while, add an egg and some more milk. This is how my expiremental cooking sessions go -- take ingredients you know are needed, and then improvise based on taste. Sometimes they fail, but often they're successful. The problem was that when I looked up recipes for corn-mush, all of them seemed to take at least 45 minutes, and I shouldn't have been causing cullinary mayhem when I knew I had to leave soon to meet my parents anyway. ;P
The only reason I wrote this is because it marks my first time spontaneously cooking anything here, not including baking things or making pasta dinners. It means I feel just slightly more at home. :) I simply woke up, said, "Yep, time to hit the kitchen," and there you have it.
It was kind of funny to cook, though; I looked ridiculous! For starters, my hair was HILARIOUS from when I got up... it must have still been damp before I went to sleep, and I must have slept on my side for the night. [Hope it doesn't do that tomorrow morning, as I have to somehow be normal!] Right now it is still standing up in the most gravity-defying way. :x Anyway, I also figured my roommates would not appreciate me cooking naked, so I grabbed the nearest clothes I had -- my big white hand-me-down martial arts T-shirt and very unseasonable black velvet-y pj pants. Put this whole ensemble together and you have me looking like a crazy scientist, frying something that smells good but looks absolutely attrocious. Just another morning in the life of Singing Wren, eh? I need a big, ominous binder with some sort of Gothic twist to it, so I can keep my recipes in it and scare people with my cooking grimoire. Kitchen witchery? Of course! :D
Anyway, now I really do need to start getting ready, and I am happy about that because feeling mischievous always translates into feeling wanderlust. I am decidedly in the mood for a sunny, loud drive to the outlet mall, although I hope we aren't there too long because I have about ten bucks to my name. Hopefully be back by 5 or 6... whee.
My tongue is burnt! >.
Well, at least I think I did... I didn't have a recipe, and I had to be creative with the technique due to limited ingredients. Basically, you have to take my word for it.
It involved bananas, sugar, [pirated] brown sugar, maple syrup [before I, ah, borrowed the brown sugar], butter, and a little bit of salt, and then a large handful of cornmeal in order to flesh it out and make into bastardized corn-mush.
Really, my original intention had been to make corn-meal mush straight up, as I've heard all these stories about its legendary goodness but have never seen anyone make it. The way I imagined it is, you butter up your frying pan, throw in some cornmeal, add a bit of milk and salt and stir it up... and if it fails to do anything interesting after you've fried it for a while, add an egg and some more milk. This is how my expiremental cooking sessions go -- take ingredients you know are needed, and then improvise based on taste. Sometimes they fail, but often they're successful. The problem was that when I looked up recipes for corn-mush, all of them seemed to take at least 45 minutes, and I shouldn't have been causing cullinary mayhem when I knew I had to leave soon to meet my parents anyway. ;P
The only reason I wrote this is because it marks my first time spontaneously cooking anything here, not including baking things or making pasta dinners. It means I feel just slightly more at home. :) I simply woke up, said, "Yep, time to hit the kitchen," and there you have it.
It was kind of funny to cook, though; I looked ridiculous! For starters, my hair was HILARIOUS from when I got up... it must have still been damp before I went to sleep, and I must have slept on my side for the night. [Hope it doesn't do that tomorrow morning, as I have to somehow be normal!] Right now it is still standing up in the most gravity-defying way. :x Anyway, I also figured my roommates would not appreciate me cooking naked, so I grabbed the nearest clothes I had -- my big white hand-me-down martial arts T-shirt and very unseasonable black velvet-y pj pants. Put this whole ensemble together and you have me looking like a crazy scientist, frying something that smells good but looks absolutely attrocious. Just another morning in the life of Singing Wren, eh? I need a big, ominous binder with some sort of Gothic twist to it, so I can keep my recipes in it and scare people with my cooking grimoire. Kitchen witchery? Of course! :D
Anyway, now I really do need to start getting ready, and I am happy about that because feeling mischievous always translates into feeling wanderlust. I am decidedly in the mood for a sunny, loud drive to the outlet mall, although I hope we aren't there too long because I have about ten bucks to my name. Hopefully be back by 5 or 6... whee.
My tongue is burnt! >.