Saturday, July 28, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
I believe this recipe originated in an old cookbook on microwave cooking (likely titled Microwave Cooking). From what I remember of it, I believe the book must have come out when microwaves were first becoming popular and its whole thrust seemed to be to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that a microwave can cook anything better. Period. This is the only recipe that I thought was good enough to write down but I think it was worth looking through the book to find it. I think, at least in this recipe, it made a pretty good effort towards serving a microwave's strong-points while hiding its short-comings. One major problem with baking in a microwave, to me, is in the final appearance of the baked goods. Because of the manner of its heat-source there is no lovely golden-brown crust formed. The cookbook in this recipe at least overcomes this aesthetic difficulty by compensating with a delicious sugar and cinnamon (and cocao. mmm) crumble topping. I wouldn't say that this is the greatest coffee cake recipe out there but it does work well when I want to make a passable one quickly and conveniently. For the past few months our oven has not been working. However, when the urge to bake came over me a few days ago I thankfully remembered this recipe and decided to try it out again. I actually halved the recipe and baked it in a margarine container and it turned out pretty well. I think I should have reduced the cooking time a little more than I did because the middle was a little over-done but it was still quite enjoyable and satisfied my cravings. Sorry the picture and presentation are both sub-par but I will assure you that my over-all rating of the recipe is rather high.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Usually one can expect Trefoil to be a uniform lemon-yellow flower but occasionally I have seen it with tinges of red and orange.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
Well, to be accurate it isn't chocolate pudding but fudge sauce from a sundae that's all over his face. He got it on his forehead by stuffing his face in the cup in which it was served to attempt to drink the last little bits of melted ice cream and sauce. Yes, he takes after me in his love of chocolate and of ice cream. I also plead guilty to being the one to blame when he tries to lick out his plate or bowl. If there is one bad habit to pass down I actually don't mind that being it. I'm sure that isn't the only bad habit or trait he will (more likely already has) get from me but it's the one to which I most freely admit.