This summer I drive an ice cream truck. To say the least, I have an imaginatively long list of food-inspiration that begins and ends with, well, ice cream. But along the way there is a–forgive any loss of meaning that this overused term has struggled with–classic.
This is not my first go at baking fresh bread. I’ve tried before but my bread has always turned out a little too tough or did not rise as well as I’d hope. But one of my coworkers, an avid baker, showed me this recipe for no-knead bread that was posted on the New York Times years ago. It’s been advertised as “so easy a four-year-old can do it!” That means I can do it too, right?
Non-dairy beverages are coming in all sorts of fascinating forms. My mom is a hemp milk drinker (after a series of explanation on its not having THC properties); my sister gets down with coconut; plenty of people get their liquid oat on; and I really love almond milk.
A friend with nut allergies walked into our kitchen the other day, expertly scouted the area, and murmured:
Hmm I struggled with the title of this. I don’t know what is the grammatically correct way to write “pretzel dog/pretzel-dog/pretzeldog”. If I just leave a space between “pretzel” and “dog”, it’s misleading because it may seem like I am providing a recipe for dog-shaped pretzels. And if I write “pretzeldog” it leaves that horrid red squiggly line underneath indicating a misspelled word, which is just plain annoying. I’ll go with the dashed variety.