My husband has been begging me to make rugelach for years now. They are the favorite cookie of his youth and he has always raved about his mother's rendition of them. I've just never gotten around to making rugelach happen.
About five years ago, my husband attempted to make his own batch of rugelach. Oh my goodness, they were these horrible little petrified pieces of doodoo. They were so hard and burnt they exploded when you took a bite. Of course I laughed and didn't think about making them for a long time.
About a year ago, this recipe was published in my local paper and I held on to it until now. It belongs to Margaret Hasson from Portland, Oregon whose rugelach is sought out by friends whenever she is baking. I truly believe it, because these little bites are pretty much heaven on a plate.
Holiday Goodies
Holiday Goodies
A Tasty New Year's Eve Pairing
New Years Eve is upon us. Before kids, the hubs and I would pick a great restaurant, go out with friends, drink too much, and spend way too much money. After several years of that, we switched to cooking an amazing meal at home, made great cocktails, invited friends, and played board games until dawn.
Then we started a family. When Eli was young, we grabbed my parents and made 6p.m. reservations at The Palm. Came home, put on our sweats, and played games. We now bring in the New Year with friends, great food, cocktails, and lots of board games. The kids like to stay up until 12 (I rarely make it) and the evening usually ends with someone else’s kid sleeping here, and one of ours sleeping elsewhere.
This year we are having cocktails with friends. A light snack of cripsy potato skins and a simple “French Blonde Cocktail” to start off the evening. After that, a huge Tripoli match is on tap along with chocolate lava cakes. Let’s just hope I make it until 9p.m. That way I can at least bring in the New Year, east coast time!
Happy New Year everyone. Thanks for filling my year with blessings and gratitude.
How to Make and Carve the Juiciest Bone-In, Whole Holiday Ham
Making the juciest bone-in, whole holiday ham is easier than you think. It all starts with the ham itself. I'll admit, I am a bit a ham snob. It has to be quality and it HAS to be bone-in. Now, almost five years ago, I wrote about a making a Baked Ham with Rum and Coke Glaze. It is an amazing recipe using a smaller ham, but still bone-in. Please tell me you have stopped buying the pre-sliced spiral ham. If you haven't, call me and I'll talk you off the ledge, or I'll talk to your family member who's still doing it.
Anyway, I have to admit I am so, so lucky to have one of the most quality places to buy meat. This particular bone-in, whole ham is from Carlton Farms, my local go-to place for all things meat. To all of my local friends, these hams are the best I have ever tasted. No exaggeration. And no one is paying me say that. My mom, who has been cooking hams for YEARS visits and can't believe how lovely these turn out. A good ham requires little intervention.
My point is, you have to start with an excellent ham, to get the best and juiciest flavor. And don't be afraid of the carving, it's not hard. This particular ham weighed in at 19.5 pounds. It would, without a doubt, feed 20-25 people, or better yet, a smaller crowd with lots of leftovers.
Party of the Year
As each time zone in the world welcomed the new millennium, twelve
people in a little flat in San Francisco celebrated with a unique
dining experience.
The New Year’s Eve feast began at 4pm Pacific Time with long-life
noodles and caviar tarts, as Sonja, her husband Dave and their guests
joined a few billion people who were still partying in Asia and Russia.
Then, every hour on the hour, wherever it was midnight, they served
assorted bite-sized cuisine indigenous to countries where the 21st
century had just begun.
Fireworks in Paradise
Cecilia was a ‘10’ on a scale of one to two. She had unmitigated primal passion. Her sexual appetite was unparalleled and horizontal. It was vertical and diagonal. When I suggested to Cecilia that we spend the Fourth of July in Hawaii, she responded by giving me a fireworks show in the bedroom that went on till daybreak.
After Cecilia made my night, I made travel plans. We would first go to Hanalei Bay on the North Shore of Kauai. Then to Maui – Kaanapali Beach and Hana.
As I was packing for the trip, the phone rang. It was Cecilia. She stammered and fumfered and did everything audibly possible without actually forming words.
“What’re you trying to tell me?” I asked repeatedly.
“I can’t go,” she finally said.
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