If you know me, even slightly, you know that I don't cook. There's a reason I have a deep affinity for MacaD's. It's called, "I don't cook." Well, I didn't cook. Or bake. Or do anything domestic besides collect absolutely wonderful dishes.
That's all changed with our arrival in the Mediterranean. Necessity really has become the mother of invention as I discover that foods we are so fond of are either not available or far outside of our budget. So I've been making things. A lot of things. In fact, this is what my kitchen looked like yesterday. Mr. F came home and our giant island was bombarded with baked goods and a fresh dinner. I was just as surprised as he was.
A staple in our home is now baked oatmeal, a recipe from Mr. F's mom that is always satisfying. And freezes beautifully. (Not that I have a huge freezer, but it's big enough for oatmeal, dagnabbit!) Then I tried making an orange pull apart from Kneady Sweetie. And if that wasn't enough, I made another batch of my favorite banana cake. Thank goodness the missionaries came over last night or Mr. F and I would have had way too many delights to eat on our own.
A staple in our home is now baked oatmeal, a recipe from Mr. F's mom that is always satisfying. And freezes beautifully. (Not that I have a huge freezer, but it's big enough for oatmeal, dagnabbit!) Then I tried making an orange pull apart from Kneady Sweetie. And if that wasn't enough, I made another batch of my favorite banana cake. Thank goodness the missionaries came over last night or Mr. F and I would have had way too many delights to eat on our own.
I am a regular on your blog. I love it, and you, so it works. I had to wake up and make the orange pull-apart roll this morning and I thank you for posting it. There's hardly any of it left...it won't be long now.
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