Actually, as it turns out I grew up eating almost solely Moroccan food and have very little nostalgia for the Shtetl. But, my mother knew what she was marrying into, and she taught me to make a mean chicken soup. I added the Challa and Brisket. And before I knew it I ended up with a carcass of chicken and a pound of brisket fat in the garbage can.
One of my favorite food blogs is Last Night’s Dinner, where once a week blogger Jennifer Hess posts a visual record of her weekend’s eats (and drinks). No silly write ups, just awesome pictures which make you envy her culinary existence.
Apparently I’m not the only person in the world who puts cooking first, and other things second. There is a community of lovely bloggers out there who are appropriately known as the Daring Bakers.
Once a month this group tackles a baking recipe, that, well, requires some serious daring, and I decided to join them and see what happens. So, in my first month as a Daring Baker I made Julia Child’s French Bread, a day long endeavor that is not for the weak of heart. I made 2 loaves and 4 rolls, and one of the loafs came out stellar, the rest, not so much. Here is the evidence– and if you’re reading this and have some Nutella lying around, call me and I’ll deliver some fresh French bread.