So, again, I am a little late with my post. I am sure that you are probably sensing a trend at this point. It’s a little sad considering that I have no kids---K whips up great posts with the most gorgeous pictures like she’s just putting on a pair of pants or something. Others, ahem, have to work at things a little more.
Those of you who know me, probably got a good laugh when you read the title of this post, either that or you thought the world was coming to an end. You see, I am not inclined to the culinary arts at all. My only inclination is eating said arts (I can do that until the cows come home). When I speak of my contributions to holiday meals with the family I am usually referring to my marriage. See I married a chef---a wonderful, handsome, kind man who loves me for who I am and that is a woman who can barely boil water. I see my marriage as the GREATEST contribution (ever) to the holiday family meal. It’s also the easiest---I just show up with my hubby and bam my part is over. Life is certainly sweet sometimes.
This Easter, things took a dramatic turn. I have been mulling over some of my short comings and I have decided to take a more active role in the meal preparation. I had been reading over at Angry Chicken’s about the bread that she makes in the dutch oven and thought this style of baking is for me. I mentioned this to the hubs and he found a recipe in the latest William Sonoma catalog (of all places!) The results were impressive (even if I do say so myself). It was pretty easy---easy enough that I would do it again.
I also, somehow got roped into making the quiche. Thankfully no one died.