Well, neither is my son, but that’s how he fences. He even started fencing that way before I showed him The Princess Bride.
Now I know you all don’t need a recipe for this, but I thought it would be fun to include anyway, since I packed it for my 10-year-old’s first fencing competition. He kept trying to grab the bread and use it for foil practice.
According to my little girl, the trip up to Weber State was longer than the trip back. No kidding. Between the stop at Target (where we bought the stuff for the sandwich), filling up the tank, stopping at Wendy’s to prevent an accident, and a #3 traffic jam (my kids make me rate every traffic jam—”Is this a 10, Mom?” “How does this compare to the last traffic jam? Wasn’t that a 7?”), the trip to the competition was most definitely more hectic.
Which is why I am glad we packed something simple—I made it in the trunk of my car.
The name of this sandwich would have had me running to the other room if I were a kid. Good thing those days of culinary naivete are over.
Because this was so good.
Tartines are open faced sandwiches that are popular in Paris. What a fantastic way to add to our collection of recipes for our apple week!
My son and his friend gobbled these up this afternoon. So if your kids are open minded, and willing to eat apples with cheese, these tartines may just be a big hit at your house.
Can you really go wrong with any of these ingredients? Brooke and I enjoyed these lovely sandwiches at our picnic alongside the roasted beet salad (glad I had air conditioning, with all the roasting, I must say).
Want an idea on how to use the chicken I posted yesterday? This is what I did with it.
Many chefs use tarragon to flavor chicken, and I wanted to make a salad with it. Since it is also a major flavor component in béarnaise sauce, I wanted to incorporate those flavors, too. But do you really think I wanted to go crazy making a béarnaise sauce, with the egg yolks and the vinegar? Mm, not so much. Not today, anyway. Besides, I needed something a little less runny for a chicken salad. Basically I just started with mayonnaise and added shallots and tarragon. Et voilà, I came up with a béarnaise flavored dressing, perfect for a chicken salad.
I just found some new taste testers for my recipes.
A couple little girls are spending the day at our house, and I was making these wraps for myself. When it was lunchtime, I offered them English muffin pizzas or fish tacos. They both said fish tacos. (My first thought was, Oh no, they’ll eat all my tuna!), but then I marveled at the idea that perhaps, somewhere, some children in the world, are not picky!
It turns out, the tacos were a hit, and the girls’ only complaints were that the avocado slices were falling out.
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This is a such a simple chicken salad, it’s not really worth posting, but I wanted to give you at least a little inspiration for the chicken that results from the chicken stock recipe. I’ll make a more interesting one soon.
What you see in the picture is not what we ate.
When I was making the egg salad, the kids pulled the kitchen chairs up to the island to watch. Everything was in the bowl, ready to mix, when I went to get a spoon. As I turned my back, I heard a sound, like sand pouring out of a glass. Then my two-year-old started shouting, “I did it! I helped you!”
In the bowl was a mountain of salt.
I thought I got it all out, but as I stirred, I heard the crystals scraping along the bottom of the bowl.
A word of caution: be careful with the salt. You can always add more—you can’t always take it out.
My husband lived in Buffalo, New York before we were married, so he’s a bit of a snob when it comes to wings. Over the years, he has tried to raise me to his standards. Though I still don’t have the same discriminating palate he has, I thought this chicken burger would be a fun, lower fat way to enjoy the flavor of Buffalo Wings.
I used this great seasoning and sauce that I found at Whole Foods. I’m going to look around, though, to see if I can find a comparable brand that can be found in more places. I’ll let you know.
I wasn’t one of the lucky kids to go to Jerusalem for study abroad with my university, but a lot of my friends went and came back raving about the street food over there. Falafel was one of their favorites. My version is, I’m sure, far from authentic, but authentic would mean hauling out the vat of oil for deep frying, which is on my list of least favorite things to do.
I’m a bit funny when it comes to garlic. If my husband or I eat it, kissing is out for a few days. So if you want to omit the garlic, by all means, do so. I included it in the recipe because it does add more depth of flavor, and is more traditional.