Remember all those lemons I didn’t know what to do with? Well, I decided to punt. I deferred my decision. I froze my assets, if you will.
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When I was in 4th grade, we had to do a demonstration in front of the class. I don’t remember what my demonstration was which really isn’t all that surprising because I tend block out anything that has to do with me speaking or performing in front of others. Then again, I don’t even remember my teacher’s name.
But what I do remember is that some kid in my class did a demonstration for what he called an apple sandwich. I don’t remember the kid’s name, and I don’t remember why he called it an apple sandwich (I mean, it’s not really a sandwich, hello?). Still, I was blown away by this idea, this apple sandwich. Here it is in a nutshell: cut an apple in half and remove the core, put a spoonful of peanut butter on each half. And… eat it. Mind-blowing, isn’t it?
Anyway, let’s make some peanut butter…
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Chiffa-wha? Chiffonade. It’s a fancy name for cutting herbs or other greens into long, thin strips. It’s literal French translation is “made of rags”. Sounds appetizing, right? Even so, it’s a nice little technique to have in your back pocket.
I mostly use chiffonade for basil (do chiffonade? make chiffonade? I’m not sure the right verbage here). It is nice for bruschetta, caprese salads, pasta, etc. I like it because it makes the basil smaller so it gets distributed better. And it looks pretty. Besides sometimes you need a dash of fancy in your life.
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Sunday night, Dan and I were cooking dinner when we found ourselves in negotiations over the last half cup of brown sugar. He wanted it for the ham, I wanted it for the sweet potatoes and acorn squash. Just as Dan offered to split it with me, leaving us both a little short of what we really needed, I remembered the Molasses Episode of Good Eats in which Alton Brown made white sugar into brown sugar. But… was there any molasses in Dan’s kitchen? I checked the baking pantry and came away happy. We both had enough brown sugar to cook without compromises, and dinner was saved (cue heroic music).
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