All posts filed under: oranges

Orange Snowballs

YEARS ago, I got on a kick making glasee oranges. I made them by the buckets full. I put them in jars and admired the little translucent orbs for months… then I started giving them away. Here’s the thing with making obscure condiments, unless you have a commercial kitchen or a standing waiting list of people wanting said obscure condiment (I have neither) … it’s a complete waste of time and material. I eventually gave away most of the jars. I did keep one… oh, just because. I thought I’d eventually find a reason to use them.    Oddly enough, that reason presented itself today. Getting ready to make another batch of those killer lemon cookies, I realized I didn’t have something very important…. lemons. And, since this is Gold Rush Weekend here in Dahlonega, I wasn’t about to go anywhere near town. Deflated, I prowled through the pantry; halfheartedly trying to convince myself I could make the cookies with a can of fruit cocktail…. when I spied the lone dusty jar of glasee oranges …

Russian Tea Cake

or ~ Spiced Orange Upside-Down Cake or ~ Slap me with that spice, Vladimir Russian Tea – just the name brings back overly sweet family get-togethers, the smell of libraries at holidays, and that particular teacher in the past that, come Fall, would drink nothing else….. she reeked of mothballs,  cloves… and Tang©. Granted, you don’t see it being served very often at parties anymore – and it’s been years since anyone has gifted me with a gingham topped mason jar of the mix… But you know if you ever were in a need for a tangy, sinus clearing, sugar fix… that was the stuff. And I have to say… I really liked it. Truth be told, I’m not a fan of Pineapple Upside-Down Cake. The enzymes in the fruit turn the cake and batter into something just completely indigestible to my sensitive gag reflex…. but I love the idea of it…. and I had these decorative oranges… and something needed to be done with them. Russian Tea Cake Makes 1 – 9″ Cake Ingredients …

Minneola Marmalade

I can’t really say that I’m a creature of habit. I live my life in episode. Each week, my life lurches and kicks… and whatever regimented series of events I have planned go out the window. Take the orange kick I’ve gotten myself into. If I had any discipline towards a routine, I would be dutifully having an orange with my morning coffee… like I had intended to do when I started buying them. But routine..especially with food… is boring. I had a good friend that every morning, without fail, ate a frozen waffle with syrup, a Red Hot (those scary red, spicy hot dogs) and a cup of coffee. Although I still admire his ability to regiment something as basic as breakfast, I could never do that. I need change, I need variety. So… I’m back to that bowl of oranges sitting in the kitchen. I still buy them every week, but I’ve decided I like seeing the full bowl of fruit more than I actually like eating them. Now I’m left with finding …

Sleepless in Sweet Rolls

It was a sleepless night. I’m obviously still battling the remnants of whatever lung crud I got into 3 weeks ago. Along with the recent rash of rejection emails, it has destroyed my regular sleep cycle, making me irritable, cranky and down right mean. I’ve taken to lobbing insults at wrong numbers, stopping in at the gas station down the street to daily complain about his prices (seriously, he’s 10 cents higher than anyone else), and chasing down the wood rabbits with the car on the way home (I’ll get one….eventually). So when my night’s sleep ended 45 minutes after it began, I was fit to be tied. I keep a list in the kitchen of new recipes to try, gluten-free work-a rounds for some friends, and prepackaged foods to make from scratch. Since sweet slumber wasn’t happening, I figured I could at least be productive… besides, the frequency of wrong numbers after 1 am is nearly non-existent. So I thought I could scratch one off the list. When we were kids, Pillsbury made an …

Good Intentions

The Road to Hell is paved with Oranges…. I always mean well. Doing my shopping, I make the usual rounds through the produce section… Cabbage… check! Romaine.. Check! Fruit …. “Yeah –  I really need to start eating more fruit… I can eat a bag of oranges in a week…” Oranges… Check, check, checky,…. Check! In itself, I probably could eat a bag of sweet, juicy, peel-able oranges.. but they never look quite as good sitting in the fruit bowl as they did under the produce enhancing lights in the market….. so I don’t eat them… well, not right away… well…  not at all. Then the next week rolls around, and I’m back at the produce counter grabbing another bag of oranges. Because (you know) I let the other ones dry up and turn to wrinkle town. So now there’s TWO bags of oranges not getting eaten in the fruit bowl, and if I don’t do something quick, shortly they’re going to have some less wrinkly relatives joining them come the next Monday. I ended …

I love you like a Ball and Chain

This story actually begins 12 years ago when I made my first Il Timpano. Two and a half agonizing days to produce the large, tub shaped pasta, cheese, meat and sauce filled drum. Layers of savory sauces, precision sliced meats and hand-made pastas, lovingly prepared, painstakingly cooked and sleep deprived assembly to produce that culinary masterpiece. Was it worth it…really? No, probably not. It was good, my dinner guests loved it, but did the effort and time involved weigh against the end product? I probably could have just done one of the ingredient components of the dish and they would have been equally as happy…. and, I would have had two good night’s sleep to boot. But easy isn’t really the point. I always seem to find myself elbow deep in some cooking project. It’s important to me to fully commit myself to a food project and to do it as it was originally done… at least once. Only then can you fully appreciate the effort involved in creating complex flavors, and the traditions created …