Nom-Rating: **** (4/5)
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! I know I’m a bit late on the first greeting and a day or two early on the second, but I sincerely hope that this holiday season was full of wonderful things for you!
Mr. Torres and I had a splendid time spending time with each other, our families and our friends!
Nom-Rating: *** (3/5)
We’ve been back from Belize for one week and I m still enjoying cooking with Belizean-type ingredients. I’ve fallen in love with the BBQ Shrimp Quesadillas that I made earlier in the week and despite the fact that we ate them three times (gotta love leftovers), I’m contemplating making them again this weekend!
Besides all the seafood, another great component of many meals in Belize was the tropical fruit. Pineapple, mango, starfruit, mamifruit (no idea how to spell this and not even sure if I say it correctly) and papaya, just to name a few. In honor of all the great fruit we ate (and some of the not so great fruit), I decided to make a delicious looking recipe from this month’s Simple and Delicious magazine, Banana Macadamia Muffins.
The Way to a Man's Heart
It all began with a little recipe book that Mr. Torres found at a garage sale last weekend. The title of the book was The Way to a Man’s Heart and the cover features a young woman with a dress, apron and high heels who is holding a fresh out of the oven pie. I have yet to find an occasion in which I need to do my cooking while wearing a cute little dress and three inch heels. But if I ever do, I’ll be sure to bake a pie (and stand around holding it so that such a rare event can be captured in a picture).
I have never been one to say no to a new cookbook, so we handed over a quarter and congratulated ourselves on such a good find.
The book is a compilation of recipes from The Gas Service Co that was printed in 1953. It, therefore, includes plenty of recipes that involve the broiler, beets and canned pineapple. That being said, it didn’t take me too long to skim through the majority of the recipes.
One thing that I enjoyed about my new little cookbook was the addition of clever poems that were included a the beginning of each section. There was a poem about meat, a poem about stews, one for salads, so on and so forth. However, when I reached the bread section, I was met with this;
“Breathes there a wife with soul so dead;
Who to her husband has never said:
‘This is my own real, home made bread’.”