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--><rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:media="http://www.rssboard.org/media-rss" version="2.0"><channel><title>A Life Well Stocked</title><link>http://www.alifewellstocked.com/</link><lastBuildDate>Mon, 09 May 2016 11:08:44 +0000</lastBuildDate><language>en-US</language><generator>Site-Server v@build.version@ (http://www.squarespace.com)</generator><description><![CDATA[]]></description><item><title>Bananas Foster</title><category>Recipes</category><dc:creator>Annabel Noth</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2016 11:14:05 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.alifewellstocked.com/blog/bananasfoster</link><guid isPermaLink="false">56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669:56df0b201ccbd170ce4ac4a4:57306fbcc2ea51215911371e</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>Being married to a Swiss can have its challenges, not the least of which is their relationship with chocolate.&nbsp; Chocolate is their god given right and thus my daughter has been taught that chocolate after every meal is normal. Growing up, dessert was usually a piece of fruit or, even better, some canned peaches in that delicious sweet syrup or, if really lucky, there were a handful of desserts that would make an appearance but it wasn't an everyday, and certainly not an every meal, occurrence.&nbsp; There were the beloved pear crisp and tapioca that my babysitter would prepare but for me the most cherished was bananas foster.&nbsp; Exclusively prepared by my mother when a sweet treat after dinner was lacking but needed.&nbsp; Made from only three ingredients it’s as simple as it is satisfying.&nbsp;</p><p>You will need bananas (about 1 per person), butter and brown sugar.&nbsp;</p><p>Slice the bananas lengthwise and then in half.&nbsp;&nbsp; Melt the butter in a pan and add a good spoonful or two of brown sugar when its starts to create sauce add the bananas and cook until golden.&nbsp; Serve with vanilla ice cream if you have it.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>]]></description><media:content type="image/jpeg" url="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669/1462792227990-5DXC1GDAD8Y63Y9D8C23/bananas+foster.JPG?format=1500w" medium="image" isDefault="true" width="1500" height="2000"><media:title type="plain">Bananas Foster</media:title></media:content></item><item><title>Spaghetti Carbonara</title><category>Recipes</category><dc:creator>Annabel Noth</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2016 05:23:00 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.alifewellstocked.com/blog/2016/4/10/spaghetti-carbonara</link><guid isPermaLink="false">56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669:56df0b201ccbd170ce4ac4a4:56f8bf7ef8baf3d42c84752e</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>Before GPS existed anywhere outside of the military, my sister and I foolishly attempted to navigate from Milan’s Malpensa airport to the city center, in a rental car, late at night, with less than $1 of credit on our phone.&nbsp; We called our host who informed us of the correct highway and, in the interest of not using all the money on our phone, asked us to call again when we reached a certain destination about 30 minutes into our 45 minute drive.&nbsp; I exited the highway per my instructions, pulled onto the shoulder and called.&nbsp; The directions went something like this.&nbsp; ‘Follow the highway towards the city center towards the train station, take the second right after the needle and thread, then follow the road until the man on the horse and take the first exit, continue two more streets and take a left, I am on the left’.&nbsp; I hung up the phone thinking that perhaps my friends’ father had lost it and positive we wouldn't ever make it.&nbsp;</p><p>Luckily, the directions were perfect and we had only just to trust them to find our way.&nbsp; Given that all Milan street names sound like pasta dishes to an American (<a target="_blank" href="https://goo.gl/maps/t1b5sZy1QR62">Cappellini Alfredo</a>?&nbsp;true story), this was indeed the only way we were ever going to get there.</p><p>When we arrived, rather frazzled, (Italian driving is still a breed of its own even at 11 o’clock at night)&nbsp;Gian Carlo, with a map of Milan spread out before him on the kitchen table, asked if we were hungry.&nbsp; I politely declined and Eliza hesitated, just long enough, for Gian Carlo to start digging around in the cupboards.&nbsp; He had just gotten back from a trip he apologized and had nothing in the house.&nbsp; But minutes later, pasta was on the boil and a sauce was on the hob.&nbsp; I don’t remember exactly but I think a red onion, tuna and capers were involved and it was delicious.&nbsp; We cleaned our plates and felt guilty that this lovely man had just cooked us dinner at 11 o’clock at night when he turned from the freezer and said “A drink?” and handed us two glasses.&nbsp; Sgroppino: vodka, Prosecco and lemon sorbet. Basically heaven on earth.&nbsp;</p><p>We finished our drinks sitting on the sofa thinking about what a great start to our European vacation this was, when Gian Carlo popped out of his chair and said “Let’s have a drink by the canal and see Milan by night!” Wedding and children aside, this was pretty much the best night ever.</p><p>A decade later his granddaughter showed up on my doorstep after a 24 hour journey from Sicily to be my au pair for the month, I had a flashback of this moment and how everything had come full circle.&nbsp; Everything except the fact that I had nothing to offer her. I had proudly denuded my refrigerator and cupboards in advance of my trip and the kitchen was literally bare, a far cry from well stocked!&nbsp; I vowed for that to never happen again and when times are lean I know I can always fall back on Spaghetti Carbonara.&nbsp; While not a Milanese street name it quite well could be, all you need are pasta, pancetta and an egg. Some parmesan and garlic make it extra delightful.</p><p>Boil salted water and cook the pasta to al dente. While the pasta is cooking, fry some chopped pancetta or bacon along with some whole unpeeled garlic cloves in a pan until the fat is rendered and the pancetta crispy.&nbsp; Depending on your preference there are two methods, you can either whisk the eggs (about 1 per person) in a small bowl or a large bowl.&nbsp; If you opt for small, pick the garlic out of the pancetta (save if and spread it on toast!), drain the pasta and dump it into the pan with the pancetta stirring it around to absorb all the drippings and to cool enough to add the eggs without scrambling them.&nbsp; With the big bowl option, drain your pasta, let it cool slightly and dump it into the eggs, stirring it around to cook the eggs, then remove the garlic and add the pancetta to the bowl along with the drippings.&nbsp; Top with parmesan cheese.</p><p>Either method is acceptable,&nbsp;<a target="_blank" href="http://ruthreichl.com/">Ruth Reich</a>l prefers the big bowl option, I usually go with the pan as I’ve found my likelihood of scrambled eggs is lower but it’s up to you.&nbsp; And if it happens, while pasta with bacon and scrambled eggs was not your intention, it’s still pretty good.</p>]]></description><media:content type="image/jpeg" url="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669/1459142984607-KFZBGATK258261OMMVD7/spaghetti%2Bcarbonara1.jpg?format=1500w" medium="image" isDefault="true" width="1500" height="1125"><media:title type="plain">Spaghetti Carbonara</media:title></media:content></item><item><title>Peeps</title><category>Recipes</category><dc:creator>Annabel Noth</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2016 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.alifewellstocked.com/blog/2016/3/21/peeps</link><guid isPermaLink="false">56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669:56df0b201ccbd170ce4ac4a4:56f05793a3360cea3289d4a9</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>As far as I am concerned, when it comes to marshmallows, there are only 3 three acceptable formats and limited use cases. &nbsp;Mini white ones, for use in hot chocolate and atop sweet potatoes exactly once a year; big white ones, for roasting over a bonfire and making into s’mores; and Peeps, the highly seasonal bunny and chick shaped confections.&nbsp; The UK is largely unfamiliar with all three.&nbsp; You can find big white ones but they are almost always in a bag with pink marshmallows. Why would you want your marshmallows pink? We Americans like to transform our marshmallows, the best example probably being the Rice Krispie Treat, but in all of these applications the pink ones have no use, surely the English don’t just eat the marshmallows as is?&nbsp;&nbsp; Given I have never seen anyone buying marshmallows in this country, the mystery will likely remain unsolved.&nbsp;</p><p>Of all the above, I have a particular affinity for Peeps as I have mentioned <a href="http://www.alifewellstocked.com/blog/2014/04/15/easter-treats?rq=easter">before</a>.&nbsp; If my mother is not around over Easter, she sends me Peeps by mail.&nbsp; This year I decided to make them myself.&nbsp; If you would like to attempt them and live in the UK there are several steps/consequences you need to keep in mind.</p><p>·<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>You must buy the mould from the states and have someone mule it over for you</p><p>·<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>You can buy the corn syrup on Amazon but in far higher quantity than you want because it’s otherwise unavailable</p><p>·<span>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>At the finish, you will most likely buy a stand mixer because the thought of mixing with a hand mixer for 10 minutes ever again is unfathomable and you might as well make more peeps given the sunk costs above.</p><p>Turns out making Peeps is quite an expensive endeavour.&nbsp; I won’t bore you with the actual recipe as <a target="_blank" href="http://food52.com/recipes/27499-marshmallow-peeps">Food 52</a> have a good one.&nbsp; But let’s just say, I doubt any of these will be getting stale!&nbsp; Hope you had a great Easter.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>]]></description><media:content type="image/jpeg" url="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669/1458591915141-20N99018DUJ9HCXSUK9U/Peeps.JPG?format=1500w" medium="image" isDefault="true" width="1500" height="1125"><media:title type="plain">Peeps</media:title></media:content></item><item><title>Bread 101</title><category>Recipes</category><dc:creator>Annabel Noth</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2016 18:50:48 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.alifewellstocked.com/blog/2016/3/11/bread-101</link><guid isPermaLink="false">56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669:56df0b201ccbd170ce4ac4a4:56e3113ff699bbea2ce52974</guid><description><![CDATA[<p class="">For many years my parents, and I with them, lived across the street from a painfully trendy restaurant called Felix.&nbsp; Frequented by the European elite and Brazilian models, a table in those days was coveted and equally hard to come by.&nbsp; As neighbors, we endeared ourselves to them and managed to secure the occasional table but, more often than not, were rebuffed as tourists. That is until my father, feeling ill at the table, stepped outside and slumped over one of those plastic free-newspaper dispensers and passed out.&nbsp; It was pretty traumatic for everyone including; us, the staff, and especially those seated in the window. Thankfully, it turned out to be nothing more than dehydration.&nbsp; The unintended consequence, however, was that we were instantly famous at Felix and would never, ever have to worry about getting a table at whatever time for any number ever again.&nbsp; Sometimes you get famous for the wrong reasons but sometimes it’s really helpful.</p><p class="">This is exactly what happened this time last year when I made the ill-advised decision to go grocery shopping at the Piggly Wiggly in Harbour Island, 7 months pregnant, on crutches, with a 2 year old. ‘Not the way I want to be remembered’ was what I was thinking as I took down the entirety of the Asian food section.&nbsp; There would be no soy sauce for the island until the next ship came in, literally.&nbsp; The unintended side effect this time was that the staff rushed to help me find my groceries whenever I darkened the door, which meant I had access to all the good stuff squirreled away in the back room for locals.&nbsp; Spring onions, ginger, Boston bibb lettuce all materialized seemingly out of thin air.&nbsp; But no matter what pull you have at the Piggly Wiggly, there is no good bread to be found on Harbour Island, so you will have to bake it yourself.&nbsp;</p><p class="">Diane Stoner’s Bread 101</p><p class="">You will need 4 cups unbleached flour, 2 tsp kosher salt, 2.5 tsp instant yeast, 1.5 to 1.75 cups of water.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p class="">Put all the dry ingredients into the food processor, pulse it a couple of times to combine.&nbsp; Then slowly pour in the water, it will soon form a ball and clean the bowl. Stop.&nbsp; Proof it (let it rise) until it doubles in size, about 2 hrs.&nbsp; Put it into a loaf tin and bake at 425°F for 30 minutes.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>]]></description><media:content type="image/jpeg" url="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669/1457973989269-GCQAK3SHM00AJ7I7TTS9/Bread+101+new.JPG?format=1500w" medium="image" isDefault="true" width="1500" height="1125"><media:title type="plain">Bread 101</media:title></media:content></item><item><title>Happy Thanksgiving</title><category>Recipes</category><dc:creator>Annabel Noth</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2015 22:19:32 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.alifewellstocked.com/blog/2015/11/26/happy-thanksgiving</link><guid isPermaLink="false">56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669:56df0b201ccbd170ce4ac4a4:56df0b221ccbd170ce4ac4ba</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>Strung out on no food or sleep for 4 days with a 103°F fever, sobbing in front of a well-meaning young doctor who was trying to convince me that life would soon revert to normal, several questions popped into my head.&nbsp; How can the nanny you just hired no show on her very first day? Did he just suggest I have Scarlett Fever? But what I asked was “will I be well enough for Thanksgiving?” Followed closely by “well enough to make pies?”&nbsp; &nbsp;“When is it?” he asked.&nbsp;&nbsp; “Thursday,” I whimpered.&nbsp; “You will be much better by then, if not in good spirits.” &nbsp;The tears started to stream again but this time in gratitude.&nbsp;</p><p>Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. There is no god or presents to make things complicated. It’s about food and warmth and welcome. It’s a day of surrounding yourself with those you love and being thankful. It’s been a long time since my words graced these pages and I figured now is as good a time as any.&nbsp; So much has changed since my last post almost a year ago so much to be grateful for.&nbsp; So here it goes.</p><p>I give thanks for the wonderful family I was born into and the one who arrived later down the road.&nbsp; I am thankful for my husband and my two beautiful children, my cat who behaves like a dog and my first cat who taught me that cats could be like that.&nbsp; I am grateful for modern medicine, that I had strep throat and not Scarlett fever, for childcare and back up back up childcare and being able to afford it.&nbsp; I am thankful and amazed by our beautiful new house, being a homeowner is different much like being married. I am grateful to feel at home in London while still longing to be at home in the US.&nbsp;&nbsp; I give thanks that I will spend tonight with wonderful friends and be treated like a host and a guest and be missed by those back home.&nbsp;</p><p>Apple Pie</p><p>For the Piecrust: 500g flour, 250g butter (cubed and cold), pinch of salt, cold water</p><p>For the Filling:&nbsp; 6-8 apples,&nbsp; your choice (firm is good), peeled, cored and sliced, not too thin, lemon juice, ½ cup sugar, ¼ cup flour, ¼ packed brown sugar, ½ tsp cinnamon, ¼ tsp nutmeg, extra butter, a beaten egg</p><p>In a food processor or by hand combine the flour and butter until sandy, add the water until the mixture forms a ball. If in the food processor it will start to come away from the wall.&nbsp; Separate the batch into two disks, wrap in plastic wrap and pop in the fridge while you prepare you filling.</p><p>Put all your apples into a bowl with the lemon juice.&nbsp; In another bowl (or not if you don’t feel like it) combine all the dry ingredients.&nbsp; Then combine the two.&nbsp;</p><p>Take out your pastry and roll it out.&nbsp; Line the bottom of the tin with one then fill the tin with the apple mixture. Dot with butter and use the other rolled disk to cover the pie.&nbsp; Here you can get as creative as you’d like or just go plain covered.&nbsp; If you use a solid top, make sure to use a knife to create some slits so the steam can escape.&nbsp; Brush with the egg wash.</p><p>Pop in a hot oven (180°C, 350°F) covered with tin foil for 25 minutes.&nbsp; Then remove the tin foil for a further 15 minutes.&nbsp;</p>]]></description><media:content type="image/jpeg" url="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669/1457897487109-X7B4M50IL27BQGIPR8JU/Apple+Pie.JPG?format=1500w" medium="image" isDefault="true" width="1500" height="1125"><media:title type="plain">Happy Thanksgiving</media:title></media:content></item><item><title>Chocolate Brownies</title><category>Recipes</category><dc:creator>Annabel Noth</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2014 03:57:22 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.alifewellstocked.com/blog/2014/12/28/chocolate-brownies</link><guid isPermaLink="false">56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669:56df0b201ccbd170ce4ac4a4:56df0b221ccbd170ce4ac4bd</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>As humans we are reluctant to change.&nbsp; I am particularly so.&nbsp; I require sameness.&nbsp; I have been known to react poorly to banal, but positive, changes like a refrigerator upgrade or new towels.&nbsp; Alterations to the usual Thanksgiving sweet potato recipe can throw me into a tailspin.&nbsp; Returning home for the holidays, however, all but guarantees a rush of familiar things: blazing fires; dogs; a busy kitchen and Mila.&nbsp;</p><p>She is almost always sitting at the kitchen table peeling or chopping something when we arrive and her smile greets you from across the room.&nbsp; Mila has been taking care of our family in one capacity or another for over 30 years.&nbsp; It is she who remembers your favorite meal and prepares it for your arrival; she, who offers unsolicited advice you actually want to hear; and she, whose compliments are truly appreciated as they are earnest and, while heartfelt, infrequent.&nbsp;</p><p>This year, however, there was to be no Mila.&nbsp; For the first time in years, she has returned home to the Philippines for Christmas.&nbsp; She left us with a well-stocked freezer but obviously food alone could not prepare us for her absence.&nbsp; As the family gathered in the kitchen to put together Christmas dinner, the words "Where is Mila?" were uttered surprisingly frequently.&nbsp; We hunkered down and pulled together a surprisingly good meal.&nbsp; I know she would be proud.&nbsp;</p><p>Arriving home this time, even without Mila, everything seemed to be roughly in order.&nbsp; The cookie jar was noticeably absent but I could live with that.&nbsp; Then somehow it magically reappeared and hopefully I, of course, checked inside: nothing.&nbsp; Our cookie jar is traditionally filled with brownies announcing the arrival of my brother Anthony but has devolved into more of the norm as each member of the family declared them their favorite food. In only seemed correct to restore order and make some brownies. &nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>A quick search of the internet for “best chocolate brownies” provided this recipe from <a target="_blank" href="http://sallysbakingaddiction.com/2014/04/30/chewy-fudgy-homemade-brownies/"><em>sally’s baking addiction</em></a>.&nbsp; I also suggest her blog post for some interesting brownie back story.&nbsp; Needless to say, no one was disappointed. Happy Holidays to all. &nbsp;We miss you Mila!&nbsp;</p><p>You will need the following:</p><ul><li>1/2 cup (115g) salted butter*</li><li>8 ounces (228g) coarsely chopped quality semi-sweet chocolate*</li><li>3/4 cup (150g) granulated sugar</li><li>1/4 cup (50g) light brown sugar</li><li>3 large eggs</li><li>1 teaspoon vanilla extract</li><li>1/2 cup + 2 Tablespoons (80g)&nbsp;all-purpose flour&nbsp;</li><li> </li><li>2 Tablespoons (11g) unsweetened cocoa powder</li><li>1/4 teaspoon salt</li><li>1 cup (180g) semi-sweet chocolate chips</li></ul><p>Melt the butter and chopped chocolate in a medium saucepan on medium heat, stirring constantly, about 5 minutes. Once done allow to slightly cool for 10 minutes.</p><p>Adjust the oven rack to the lower third position and preheat oven to 350F degrees. Line the bottom and sides of a 9x9 inch square baking pan* with aluminum foil, leaving an overhang on all sides. Set aside.</p><p>Whisk the granulated and brown sugars into the cooled chocolate/butter mixture. Add the eggs, one at a time, whisking until smooth after each addition. Whisk in the vanilla. Gently fold in the flour, cocoa powder, and salt. Once combined, fold in the chocolate chips.</p><p>Bake for roughly 35 minutes. A toothpick inserted in the center should come out with only a few moist crumbs when the brownies are done.&nbsp;</p>]]></description><media:content type="image/jpeg" url="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669/1457897582788-5IWVH9YMGXNTGGG5VAVZ/Chocolate+Brownies.jpg?format=1500w" medium="image" isDefault="true" width="800" height="600"><media:title type="plain">Chocolate Brownies</media:title></media:content></item><item><title>Fruit Leather</title><category>Baby</category><category>Recipes</category><dc:creator>Annabel Noth</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2014 19:41:15 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.alifewellstocked.com/blog/2014/10/27/fruit-leather</link><guid isPermaLink="false">56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669:56df0b201ccbd170ce4ac4a4:56df0b231ccbd170ce4ac4c2</guid><description><![CDATA[FRUIT LEATHER | 27 OCTOBER 2014 

Children do strange things.  I am not talking about the things they do when 
they are little and it’s out of their control, I am talking about the weird 
things they choose to do.  I am also not talking about my child but myself 
and (and I am sorry to bring her down with me) my sister.  Our preferred 
media was not worms or dirt but food.  We ate packets of Swiss Miss Hot 
Chocolate dry with a spoon being careful not to inhale at the same time and 
cause a coughing fit.  Similarly, we demanded pots of Kool-Aid mix in our 
care packages at camp so we could not make Kool-Aid but instead dip our 
fingers in and lick it off until our index fingers were indelibly stained 
with the sugary mixture.   Like most kids ( I assume), we made concoctions 
out of the condiments in the fridge from chocolate syrup to BBQ sauce, our 
earliest attempts at cooking you might say, which always, no matter the 
ingredients, smelled distinctly of vomit.  And then we made each other try 
it.  The worst offence, however, involved the fruit roll-up. 

We would peel the sugary goodness from the cellophane and wrap it around 
our, yet again, index fingers.  We would then suck it like a lolly pop 
until all that remained was a food colouring stained sticky finger.  That 
is, unless we fell asleep first or something equally gross.  I distinctly 
remember sitting in the bath with my pointer finger resolutely in the air, 
so as not to “mess up” my fruit roll-up.  At one point, they introduced 
cut-outs which made the process a little trickier but we remained 
undeterred. 

Fruit roll-ups are therefore both gross and packed with sugar but homemade 
fruit leather?  A different story all together.  The product of yet another 
attempt to preserve my seemingly unending glut of apples: apple and 
blackberry fruit leather.  Very easy to make, just takes a little time and 
patience, most of which can happen while you are asleep (maybe not if you 
are freaky about the oven being on).]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Children do strange things.&nbsp; I am not talking about the things they do when they are little and it’s out of their control, I am talking about the weird things they choose to do.&nbsp; I am also not talking about my child but myself and (and I am sorry to bring her down with me) my sister.&nbsp; Our preferred media was not worms or dirt but food.&nbsp; We ate packets of Swiss Miss Hot Chocolate dry with a spoon being careful not to inhale at the same time and cause a coughing fit.&nbsp; Similarly, we demanded pots of Kool-Aid mix in our care packages at camp so we could not make Kool-Aid but instead dip our fingers in and lick it off until our index fingers were indelibly stained with the sugary mixture.&nbsp;&nbsp; Like most kids ( I assume), we made concoctions out of the condiments in the fridge from chocolate syrup to BBQ sauce, our earliest attempts at cooking you might say, which always, no matter the ingredients, smelled distinctly of vomit.&nbsp; And then we made each other try it.&nbsp; The worst offence, however, involved the fruit roll-up.&nbsp;</p><p>We would peel the sugary goodness from the cellophane and wrap it around our, yet again, index fingers.&nbsp; We would then suck it like a lolly pop until all that remained was a food colouring stained sticky finger.&nbsp; That is, unless we fell asleep first or something equally gross.&nbsp; I distinctly remember sitting in the bath with my pointer finger resolutely in the air, so as not to “mess up” my fruit roll-up.&nbsp; At one point, they introduced cut-outs which made the process a little trickier but we remained undeterred.&nbsp;</p><p>Fruit roll-ups are therefore both gross and packed with sugar but homemade fruit leather?&nbsp; A different story all together.&nbsp; The product of yet another attempt to preserve my seemingly unending glut of apples: apple and blackberry fruit leather.&nbsp; Very easy to make, just takes a little time and patience, most of which can happen while you are asleep (maybe not if you are freaky about the oven being on).</p><p>You will need apples, blackberries (or some other fruit), a lemon or two, some honey (optional).&nbsp;</p><p>Preheat the oven to its lowest setting, usually around 60°C or 140°F.&nbsp;</p><p>I used 500g of each apples and blackberries but you can pretty much use any amount depending on how much you want to make.&nbsp; Peel, core and slice the apples and put them in a pan with the blackberries, cook until soft.&nbsp; Around 20 minutes.&nbsp; Push the mixture through a sieve or food mill (if you have one) until its smooth.&nbsp; You should have around 700g.</p><p>I then added around 150g of honey.&nbsp; ADDED SUGAR all the parents in the room are screaming.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; Why did I do it? Firstly, the blackberries were extremely tart as were the apples so the resulting mixture was actually not sweet at all.&nbsp; Had the blackberries been sweeter, or the apples, then I wouldn’t have needed it but they weren’t so I added it.&nbsp;</p><p>Spread the mixture onto some parchment paper on a baking sheet and pop it in the oven for around 12-18 hours.&nbsp; It will be completely dry and peel easily off the parchment.&nbsp;</p><p>Roll it up in grease proof paper and store in an airtight container.&nbsp; It should keep for around 5 months. &nbsp;</p><p>Now you can wrap it around your finger and lick it, or you can also cut into shapes or use pinking shears to make strips.&nbsp; The world is your oyster.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>]]></content:encoded><media:content type="image/jpeg" url="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669/1457897650755-9950DO7O7QNO6ZUJXGT9/Fruit+Leather.jpg?format=1500w" medium="image" isDefault="true" width="1500" height="1125"><media:title type="plain">Fruit Leather</media:title></media:content></item><item><title>Curry</title><category>Recipes</category><dc:creator>Annabel Noth</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2014 20:46:15 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.alifewellstocked.com/blog/2014/10/16/curry</link><guid isPermaLink="false">56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669:56df0b201ccbd170ce4ac4a4:56df0b231ccbd170ce4ac4c5</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>It used to be a running joke that when my brother visited the States from London he invariably brought the weather with him.&nbsp; He never found it funny, I now have a better understanding of why.&nbsp;</p><p>Four years ago, Pascal and I got married.&nbsp; While I meticulously planned the invitations, décor, and menu (albeit not without some input from him) he got started on the honeymoon.&nbsp; Our choice of a September wedding precluded the obvious Caribbean destinations due to hurricane risk; he would have to look farther afield.&nbsp; And to his credit, he decided to keep it a surprise only to be revealed as we flew over the Atlantic days before our nuptials.&nbsp;</p><p>After tying the knot, we were to return back to London, change bags and head back to the airport to begin our eastward journey towards the dry season of South East Asia.&nbsp; The trip itself was wonderful: Indonesia and Thailand.&nbsp; A mixture of culture and beach, great food, lovely people and, shockingly, rain.&nbsp; And not just any rain, all encompassing, can’t stay dry no matter how big your umbrella is rain. We took it in stride. Temples shrouded in mist, an excuse for a lazy day out of the sun but when we arrived in Bangkok camping out in our hotel room didn’t seem like the best option.&nbsp; We wanted to see the city, how were we going to do that without venturing outdoors?&nbsp; A full day cooking class was the answer, complete with market tour (rain or shine).&nbsp; And off we went.</p><p>The first half (and thankfully drier half) of the course was devoted to the market.&nbsp; We sourced our ingredients; met the durian fruit; saw piles of white powder on offer (MSG in case you were wondering) and marvelled at how foreign everything was.&nbsp;&nbsp; Once finished it was back to the kitchen.&nbsp;</p><p>We chopped and ground and fried and poached and learned to make a handful of things.&nbsp; But if I took anything away it was Thai curry.&nbsp; That day we made our own.&nbsp; Panang I think it was.&nbsp; And I encourage you to do so too, once!&nbsp; Then find the type you like and buy some paste.&nbsp; The cooking school recommended Mae Ploy as the brand they liked the best.&nbsp; When looking for it the other day at my nearest Asian specialty store, the woman (jury's still out on that one, actually) told me to take another brand, “all the restaurants use it”, she said.&nbsp; It was good and came in small packets so I could try a bunch of different flavours.&nbsp; For me, one brand is as good as another.&nbsp;</p><p>Thai curry has become my go to weeknight meal.&nbsp; It is great for using up mangy looking vegetables and is as satisfying with only vegetables as it is with meat.&nbsp; &nbsp;You just need to be a little prepared, or well-stocked, I should say.&nbsp; A trip to the Asian food store is worthwhile because once you have the ingredients you are more likely to make more Asian style foods.&nbsp; For Thai dishes, the basics include: curry paste, fish sauce, rice vinegar, coconut milk (one can is usually good for two people so buy a couple) and Kaffir lime leaves (frozen).&nbsp; While you are there, pick up some sesame oil, soy sauce, palm sugar, mirin and some hot sauce of your choice.</p><p>So assuming you did your shop, you will also need some garlic and ginger.&nbsp; Chillies optional. Some stock or bullion. Vegetables and maybe some chicken.</p><p>For two people, fry a tablespoon or two of curry paste in some olive oil being careful not to burn it.&nbsp; Curry paste includes ginger and garlic but I like to add some more, so add the ginger and garlic.&nbsp; Microplane is easiest here.&nbsp; Add the chillies if you plan to and a bit of fish sauce.&nbsp; Fish sauce replaces salt.</p><p>Wait until the mixture become fragrant and add a little of your coconut milk just so the paste and the coconut milk incorporate.&nbsp; By doing this slowly you reduce the risk of the coconut milk splitting, which isn’t the end of the world but we’d rather it didn’t happen.&nbsp; Just keep adding until it’s all in and smooth.</p><p>Now add your thinly sliced kaffir lime leaves.&nbsp; The easiest way to do this is by rolling them into a cigar and slicing them that way.</p><p>Add your vegetables.&nbsp; Start with the ones that take the longest.&nbsp; You may want to add some stock or water to thin out the consistency.&nbsp; I usually have some vegetable bullion on hand and use that. When all of the vegetables look they are about 5 minutes away from done add the chicken if you are using it.&nbsp; It will poach gently in the liquid.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>Now curry does not a pretty picture take but it's sure to warm your spirits.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>]]></description><media:content type="image/jpeg" url="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669/1457897701781-QFSULBCKJPSXQD9TZKXH/Curry.jpg?format=1500w" medium="image" isDefault="true" width="800" height="600"><media:title type="plain">Curry</media:title></media:content></item><item><title>Apple Chips</title><category>Recipes</category><dc:creator>Annabel Noth</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2014 01:11:14 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.alifewellstocked.com/blog/2014/09/04/apple-chips</link><guid isPermaLink="false">56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669:56df0b201ccbd170ce4ac4a4:56df0b231ccbd170ce4ac4c8</guid><description><![CDATA[APPLE CHIPS | 29 AUGUST 2014

Many years ago in an airport, I bought Pascal a sandwich.  We hadn’t been 
together long and our lives up until that point had been largely sandwich 
free.  While my go-to had always been and still is ham and Swiss (a cheese 
that incidentally doesn’t exist in Switzerland, but in desperation 
Emmenthal will get you most of the way there), I had no idea what to get 
him.  Unwilling to give up my chosen sandwich, I offered him the other with 
the disclaimer that he might not like it.  He looked up and replied “I’m 
not going to look a free horse in the mouth!”   This was the first of many 
Pascalism’s which are both endearing and a testament to his intelligence.   
But the sentiment is one that I truly believe, “Don’t look a gift horse in 
the mouth.”  This is how I feel about my apple tree.

It seemed a bit premature to begin at the end of the August but already the 
apples have started falling from the tree and we are faced with yet again 
another glut of apples.  I have a hard time throwing things away.  I am not 
a hoarder per se but there is the odd sweater from high school I cannot 
seem to part with.  So you can imagine that I am at odds with the amount of 
apples we have.  Looking for a way to turn them into treasure I thought the 
sweet apples would make nice dried apple slices.  Trimming away the bad 
bits (the bees like them too), I cored them and sliced them very thinly on 
the mandolin.  I popped them in a very low oven on a silpat mat and 
promptly forgot about them.  When I remembered them, they looked ok, I 
turned them over and forgot about them again.  I am not sure how the time 
got away but apples were clearly, for that one moment, not on my mind.  By 
the time I remembered them the chewy apple rings I had imagine were a 
distant memory and what remained were much much better.  As crunchy as 
potato chips but sweet.  Extremely addictive to adult and child alike.  If 
you are looking to upgrade your snacks I recommend you make them. ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Many years ago in an airport, I bought Pascal a sandwich.&nbsp; We hadn’t been together long and our lives up until that point had been largely sandwich free.&nbsp; While my go-to had always been and still is ham and Swiss (a cheese that incidentally doesn’t exist in Switzerland, but in desperation Emmenthal will get you most of the way there), I had no idea what to get him.&nbsp; Unwilling to give up my chosen sandwich, I offered him the other with the disclaimer that he might not like it.&nbsp; He looked up and replied “I’m not going to look a free horse in the mouth!”&nbsp;&nbsp; This was the first of many Pascalism’s which are both endearing and a testament to his intelligence.&nbsp;&nbsp; But the sentiment is one that I truly believe, “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”&nbsp; This is how I feel about my apple tree.</p><p>It seemed a bit premature to begin at the end of the August but already the apples have started falling from the tree and we are faced with yet again another glut of apples.&nbsp; I have a hard time throwing things away.&nbsp; I am not a hoarder per se but there is the odd sweater from high school I cannot seem to part with.&nbsp; So you can imagine that I am at odds with the amount of apples we have.&nbsp; Looking for a way to turn them into treasure I thought the sweet apples would make nice dried apple slices.&nbsp; Trimming away the bad bits (the bees like them too), I cored them and sliced them very thinly on the mandolin.&nbsp; I popped them in a very low oven on a silpat mat and promptly forgot about them.&nbsp; When I remembered them, they looked ok, I turned them over and forgot about them again.&nbsp; I am not sure how the time got away but apples were clearly, for that one moment, not on my mind.&nbsp; By the time I remembered them the chewy apple rings I had imagine were a distant memory and what remained were much much better.&nbsp; As crunchy as potato chips but sweet.&nbsp; Extremely addictive to adult and child alike.&nbsp; If you are looking to upgrade your snacks I recommend you make them.&nbsp;</p><p>You will need apples and an oven.&nbsp; Some specialty kit is helpful like a mandolin and an apple corer but you can get around it if need be.&nbsp;</p><p>Just core the apples and slice them very thinly.&nbsp; I put mine on a silpat but parchment paper works too.&nbsp; You just need to prevent them from sticking.&nbsp; Then put them in a low oven, about 75°C or 170°F, for a while.&nbsp; Then turn them and wait another while.&nbsp;</p><p>After eating an entire bowl, Pascal proclaimed, “you should sell these.”&nbsp; Unfortunately they don’t hold their crisp for more than about 12 hours so unfortunately you’ll have to make your own.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>]]></content:encoded><media:content type="image/jpeg" url="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669/1457897742390-PKGAGJECYMVF8H8DWB6F/Apple+Chips.jpg?format=1500w" medium="image" isDefault="true" width="800" height="600"><media:title type="plain">Apple Chips</media:title></media:content></item><item><title>Gazpacho</title><category>Recipes</category><dc:creator>Annabel Noth</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2014 17:42:31 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.alifewellstocked.com/blog/2014/08/06/gazpacho</link><guid isPermaLink="false">56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669:56df0b201ccbd170ce4ac4a4:56df0b241ccbd170ce4ac4cb</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>“Spanish people tend to judge themselves and others on the quality of their gazpacho.”&nbsp; These were the words spoken to me by a dinner guest moments before I was about to serve just that for dinner.&nbsp; Thankfully we had no Spaniards at the table that evening.&nbsp;</p><p>The gazpacho was also a success.&nbsp; I can’t, however, take all of the credit.&nbsp; My gazpacho recipe comes from a daylong cooking course my husband and I took at <a target="_self" href="http://daylesford.com/about-the-school/">Daylesford Organic</a> in Gloucestershire.&nbsp; Gazpacho was to be a main feature of the “Summer Dinner” we were to cook up led by a punchy little Portuguese man named Vlad, who was intent on teaching us that it is much more than cold tomato soup.&nbsp;</p><p>I grew up eating gazpacho, an appetizer for a summer’s day.&nbsp; Always chilled, they were often served with accompaniments.&nbsp; Extra peppers, onions, croutons, even cheese or sour cream, were passed around the table.&nbsp; Much like the extra adornments for Chile con Carne. Vlad’s gazpacho was not even a distant relative.&nbsp; He instructed us as to how each of the ingredients melded with one another and why the olive oil was such an important addition.&nbsp; <a target="_self" href="http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2014/08/03/magazine/bittman-gazpacho-the-simple-chilled-soup.html?module=Search&amp;mabReward=relbias%3Ar%2C{%222%22%3A%22RI%3A14%22}">Mark Bittman</a> relayed recently that olive oil is, in fact, “an integral part of ‘real’ gazpacho.”&nbsp; This soup so transcended the gazpacho I once knew and it is easy to make.&nbsp; Yes there is the chopping, the waiting, the blending, the sieving and the chilling but even with all that it’s still easy.&nbsp;</p><p>You will need 1kg of small tomatoes, 1 red pepper, ½ red onion, 2 cloves of garlic, 50g of bread, some salt, ¼ tsp cayenne pepper, 4 tsp white wine vinegar, 2 tbsp olive oil, a couple sprigs of basil and 500ml of water.&nbsp;</p><p>Now the above might seem intimidatingly specific, but really its not. Plus you can make it up as you go along.&nbsp; If you want it spicier add more cayenne, more velvety, add more oil and so on.&nbsp;</p><p>Chop all the ingredients and put them in a bowl, stir together and let sit for a minimum of 1 hour and up to 24 hours, covered with plastic wrap.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;</p><p>Blitz in a food processor or blender until smooth. This recipe alone is making me consider a Vitamix.&nbsp;&nbsp; If you want a chunky version you are now done.&nbsp; Chill in the fridge until ready to serve.&nbsp;</p><p>If not, pass the mixture through a food mill and strain the mixture through a fine sieve.&nbsp; Chill and serve.</p><p>I then took a little of the left over pulp and chilled it in the freezer to add a little texture.&nbsp; Completely optional and potentially unnecessary.</p>]]></description><media:content type="image/jpeg" url="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669/1457897774676-AMD31XDQC9UWJMEV31UP/Gazpacho.jpg?format=1500w" medium="image" isDefault="true" width="800" height="532"><media:title type="plain">Gazpacho</media:title></media:content></item><item><title>Summer Friends</title><category>Baby</category><dc:creator>Annabel Noth</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2014 18:20:18 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.alifewellstocked.com/blog/2014/07/25/summer-friends</link><guid isPermaLink="false">56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669:56df0b201ccbd170ce4ac4a4:56df0b241ccbd170ce4ac4ce</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>At the beginning of my second year of university, a friend I had made the previous year asked me what I had done all summer.&nbsp; I told her that I had been in New York for most of it.&nbsp; So had she, she responded and didn’t I receive her phone messages.&nbsp; Why hadn’t we hung out?&nbsp; Well to be frank, I told her, it didn’t even occur to me.&nbsp; I grew up in New York City and had no concept of year round friends.&nbsp;&nbsp; I had school friends and summer friends.&nbsp;</p><p>It’s a strange concept for most but for New Yorkers, who do their best to get out of the city as soon as the sidewalk starts to steam, it makes complete sense.&nbsp;&nbsp; Most of my summer friends, New Yorkers or otherwise, ended up in NYC and some even made it to London and now they are firmly year round friends.&nbsp;&nbsp; Things are different now.&nbsp; More mothers work and escaping for the entire summer isn’t potentially as normal as it once was.&nbsp; I wonder if the concept of summer friends still exists or if it’s just weekend friends.&nbsp; Or maybe just friends.&nbsp; I made these outfits for little babies whose parents used to be my summer friends, and I hope they will be summer friends as well.&nbsp; They can decide if they want to upgrade to year round!</p>]]></description><media:content type="image/jpeg" url="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669/1457897807435-Y8KREPB9XG06T9YHYLC2/Summer+Friends.jpg?format=1500w" medium="image" isDefault="true" width="800" height="532"><media:title type="plain">Summer Friends</media:title></media:content></item><item><title>Beef Wellington</title><category>Recipes</category><dc:creator>Annabel Noth</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2014 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.alifewellstocked.com/blog/2014/07/17/beef-wellington</link><guid isPermaLink="false">56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669:56df0b201ccbd170ce4ac4a4:56df0b241ccbd170ce4ac4d2</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>Ten years ago, my father turned 60.&nbsp;&nbsp; In an effort to commemorate the event, my sister and I reached out to his entire network asking for stories about the man.&nbsp; The responses came in thick and fast and we managed to compile quite a sizeable tome.&nbsp; To me one story, in particular, stood out.&nbsp; It was a recollection of a debate between my father and his wife about the color of Yorkshire pudding.&nbsp; She contended it was brown, he white or vice versa*.&nbsp; Either way it was a heated debate.&nbsp; At some point during the discussion my father got up, left the room and quickly returned with what was probably the 1968 version of the Oxford English Dictionary.&nbsp; The amount of time between his departure and return meant he hadn’t yet looked up the answer and as the author wrote “he was willing to win or lose in front of us all.”&nbsp;</p><p>That is how I feel about Beef Wellington: a major gamble, likely a failure, but potentially a roaring success. &nbsp;&nbsp;The actual origin of the dish remains unknown but lore behind the dish revolves mostly around the Duke of Wellington:&nbsp; it was his favorite dish; it resembled the eponymous boots; it was just a rebranding of “boeuf en croute,” the “Freedom Fries” of the Napoleonic age.&nbsp;</p><p>The premise of the dish is simple: flaky pastry and tender beef. &nbsp;Simple but not so simple.&nbsp; The pastry is often soggy and the meat overcooked and dried out.&nbsp; It is necessary to avoid both at all cost, yet seemingly difficult to achieve.&nbsp;</p><p>You will need a filet of beef, store bought puff pastry, button or cremini mushrooms, pate, thyme and maybe a little mustard.</p><p>First sauté the mushrooms in olive oil with some thyme.&nbsp; A traditional recipe calls for a duxelle, which are very finely chopped or minced mushrooms with shallots. We opted for sliced mushrooms and no shallots and it turned out just fine.&nbsp; After you have sautéed them, put them in a strainer over a bowl to strain out the liquid.&nbsp; This is as very important step in avoiding soggy pastry.&nbsp;</p><p>Then brown the meat on all sides.&nbsp; Once cooled, place the meat on one sheet of puff pastry and slather with mustard, if using, followed by the pate. Now take your mushrooms and ring them out further to get even more liquid out.&nbsp; Spread a layer of mushrooms over the top.&nbsp; Cover the meat with puff pastry, paint with egg wash.&nbsp;</p><p>Roast in a hot oven for about 35 minutes at around 180<strong>°</strong>C or 375<strong>°</strong>F until the pastry is golden brown.&nbsp; Allow it to rest for 10 minutes.</p><p>Here is where the hope comes in.&nbsp; When slicing down the center, the beef should be a perfect medium rare and the pastry browned and flaky.&nbsp;</p><p>*The color of Yorkshire pudding can vary from white to brown depending on the amount of beef drippings added.&nbsp; As a result it was a tie.&nbsp;</p>]]></description><media:content type="image/jpeg" url="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669/1457898241269-0ZBJLR52B4BZVCPGHMIX/Beef+Wellington.jpg?format=1500w" medium="image" isDefault="true" width="800" height="600"><media:title type="plain">Beef Wellington</media:title></media:content></item><item><title>Bloody Mary</title><category>Recipes</category><dc:creator>Annabel Noth</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2014 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.alifewellstocked.com/blog/2014/06/30/bloody-mary</link><guid isPermaLink="false">56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669:56df0b201ccbd170ce4ac4a4:56df0b241ccbd170ce4ac4d5</guid><description><![CDATA[ 

BLOODY MARY | 30 JUNE 2014

Hoping to supplement my monthly parental stipend, read allowance, I 
enrolled in a course at the Columbia Bartending Agency during my freshmen 
year of college.  The dream was to whip up fantastic cocktails while lining 
my pockets with twenties.  The course took place over several evenings 
culminating with a written test and an oral examination at which point you 
would have to mix a drink while telling a joke.  As we waited for the tests 
to be handed out, my neighbor quietly asked if I had prepared any jokes.  I 
mentioned I had two I was considering.  She then offered to hear them and 
let me know which she thought was the better joke. Needless to say, when 
her name was called before mine for the oral examination she duly stole my 
joke, but then botched her drink.  As my husband would say, “God punishes 
immediately.”

One of the must-learn drinks was the Bloody Mary; complicated only by it's 
litany of ingredients.  Ironically, it is not one often asked for by the 
clients of the Columbia Bartending Agency since Americans consider the 
Bloody Mary a morning drink and most events were not in the morning.  Be 
aware that while it is perfectly normal to order a Bloody Mary for brunch 
at 11am in the US, those in other countries, Switzerland for example, might 
think you are crazy. ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1457552431348_95474"><a href="http://www.thesilverspooneats.com/2014/06/bloody-mary.html%20Edit" target="_self">BLOODY MARY | 30 JUNE 2014</a></p><p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1457552431348_95478">Hoping to supplement my monthly parental stipend, read allowance, I enrolled in a course at the <a href="http://columbiabartending.com/home/" target="_self">Columbia Bartending Agency</a> during my freshmen year of college.&nbsp; The dream was to whip up fantastic cocktails while lining my pockets with twenties.&nbsp; The course took place over several evenings culminating with a written test and an oral examination at which point you would have to mix a drink while telling a joke.&nbsp; As we waited for the tests to be handed out, my neighbor quietly asked if I had prepared any jokes.&nbsp; I mentioned I had two I was considering.&nbsp; She then offered to hear them and let me know which she thought was the better joke. Needless to say, when her name was called before mine for the oral examination she duly stole my joke, but then botched her drink.&nbsp; As my husband would say, “God punishes immediately.”</p><p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1457552431348_95484">One of the must-learn drinks was the Bloody Mary; complicated only by it's litany of ingredients.&nbsp; Ironically, it is not one often asked for by the clients of the Columbia Bartending Agency since Americans consider the Bloody Mary a morning drink and most events were not in the morning.&nbsp; Be aware that while it is perfectly normal to order a Bloody Mary for brunch at 11am in the US, those in other countries, Switzerland for example, might think you are crazy.&nbsp;</p><p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1457552431348_95487">My grandmother, however, did not consider the Bloody Mary a morning drink.&nbsp; It was actually the only drink I ever saw her order.&nbsp; When asked by the waiter, she would reply, “a Spicy Bloody Mary.” The waiter would then nod in acknowledgement at which point she would say, “Not too spicy,” the allow a brief pause and say “but spicy!”&nbsp; My grandmother passed away last week at the grand old age of 93 leaving us saddened but grateful.&nbsp; This was her drink and everyone should know how to make a good one.&nbsp;</p><p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1457552431348_95490">For a classic version, you will need, vodka, tomato juice, Worcestershire sauce, Tabasco, horseradish, black pepper, celery salt, lemon juice and a celery stalk.&nbsp;</p><p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1457552431348_95493">You will need half as much vodka as tomato juice.&nbsp; So fill the glass up by just shy of a third.&nbsp; This drink should be cold so vodka from the freezer and tomato juice from the fridge is best. Served over ice.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1457552431348_95496">As for the rest of the ingredients it’s really to taste, but roughly here is how it goes.&nbsp; A splash of Worcestershire sauce, a dash of Tabasco, a dab of horseradish, a pinch of black pepper, a pinch celery salt, a squeeze of lemon juice and garnished with a celery stalk.&nbsp; An old roommate of mine used to add a drop or two of maple syrup claiming it brought harmony to the drink.&nbsp; He is not wrong.</p><p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1457552431348_95499">In loving memory of Dorothy Cooke Merchant.&nbsp;</p><p id="yui_3_17_2_1_1457552431348_95502">NB When buying tomato juice or Bloody Mary mix check to make sure there is no high-fructose corn syrup.&nbsp; And if you are wondering what that weird root is in the picture, it’s horseradish. For some reason it doesn't come grated without added cream in the UK.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>]]></content:encoded><media:content type="image/jpeg" url="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669/1457898276624-S8Q5L9VVQAWJSJVMIOG0/Bloody+Mary.jpg?format=1500w" medium="image" isDefault="true" width="800" height="532"><media:title type="plain">Bloody Mary</media:title></media:content></item><item><title>Elderflower Cordial</title><category>Recipes</category><category>Garden</category><dc:creator>Annabel Noth</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2014 16:08:53 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.alifewellstocked.com/blog/2014/06/24/elderflower-cordial</link><guid isPermaLink="false">56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669:56df0b201ccbd170ce4ac4a4:56df0b251ccbd170ce4ac4d8</guid><description><![CDATA[ELDERFLOWER CORDIAL | 24 JUNE 2014

As children, my father would take my sister and me to London every year 
around this time for what we lovingly referred to as “The Season.” 
Traditionally it was the time when the landed gentry, residing 
predominantly in the countryside, would make their way to London to see and 
be seen. Today, events such as Wimbledon, Royal Ascot, Henley Royal 
Regatta, among others mark the period.  It is no surprise that this time of 
year also hosts England’s best weather.  As it turns out, “The Season” just 
happened to coincide with an annual board meeting.  Either way, we were 
grateful for the opportunity and had a great time exploring London.   Each 
trip culminated in a visit to friends in the countryside.  There new 
adventures could be had: collecting the eggs; feeding the piglets; croquet; 
country walks; and more.  A veritable outdoor wonderland for the (yet to be 
coined) tween set.

Indoors, other treasures awaited; winding passages; bathroom’s decorated 
with humorous drawings; an enormous snooker table and; the drinks cabinet.  
Tucked away in the sitting room was a cabinet containing, unsurprisingly, 
drinks for adults but, on the lower level, countless sodas, mini Cadbury’s 
chocolates, Salt & Vinegar chips and elderflower cordial.   I had never 
before tasted anything like those chips, at first disgusting but soon 
addictive.  The British have a word for it: moreish.  It has nothing to do 
with the Moors, as I believed for many years, but, in fact, just means you 
want more.  Then there was the elderflower cordial, added to sparkling 
water, served with ice in a highball glass.  Drinking it I felt so grown up 
and, to this day, it always reminds me of that time and marks the beginning 
of summer. ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As children, my father would take my sister and me to London every year around this time for what we lovingly referred to as “The Season.” Traditionally it was the time when the landed gentry, residing predominantly in the countryside, would make their way to London to see and be seen. Today, events such as Wimbledon, Royal Ascot, Henley Royal Regatta, among others mark the period.&nbsp; It is no surprise that this time of year also hosts England’s best weather.&nbsp; As it turns out, “The Season” just happened to coincide with an annual board meeting. &nbsp;Either way, we were grateful for the opportunity and had a great time exploring London.&nbsp;&nbsp; Each trip culminated in a visit to friends in the countryside.&nbsp; There new adventures could be had: collecting the eggs; feeding the piglets; croquet; country walks; and more.&nbsp; A veritable outdoor wonderland for the (yet to be coined) tween set.</p><p>Indoors, other treasures awaited; winding passages; bathroom’s decorated with humorous drawings; an enormous snooker table and; the drinks cabinet.&nbsp; Tucked away in the sitting room was a cabinet containing, unsurprisingly, drinks for adults but, on the lower level, countless sodas, mini Cadbury’s chocolates, Salt &amp; Vinegar chips and elderflower cordial.&nbsp;&nbsp; I had never before tasted anything like those chips, at first disgusting but soon addictive.&nbsp; The British have a word for it: moreish.&nbsp; It has nothing to do with the Moors, as I believed for many years, but, in fact, just means you want more.&nbsp; Then there was the elderflower cordial, added to sparkling water, served with ice in a highball glass.&nbsp; Drinking it I felt so grown up and, to this day, it always reminds me of that time and marks the beginning of summer.&nbsp;</p><p>The Elder Tree is a staple of the British countryside, in early summer the blooms dot the roads and hedgerows and by fall the berries are plentiful.&nbsp; The tree was seen to have magical qualities and they were often planted to ward off evil spirits, perhaps the reason for their abundance.&nbsp; Making the cordial is easy and requires little more than the flowers, sugar, lemons and water, and perhaps some citric acid but that is optional.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>This recipes makes around 2 liters.</p><p>After inspecting for bugs put around 25 flower heads and the zest of about 4 lemons in a bowl and cover with roughly 1.5 liters of boiled water.&nbsp; Leave overnight to infuse.&nbsp;</p><p>Strain the liquid into a saucepan through cheesecloth or something similar and add 1 kg of sugar (I used unrefined cane sugar so my product is a little darker) as well as the juice from those 4 previously zested lemons and about a tablespoon citric acid (this helps with preserving but is not a must).&nbsp; Heat to dissolve the sugar and allow to simmer for a couple of minutes.&nbsp;</p><p>Pour (carefully) into sterilized bottles and seal.&nbsp; For a step-by-step method on sterilizing, <a target="_blank" href="http://www.kilnerjar.co.uk/Preserving/guides/sterilisation-and-hygiene#.U6lXoy9xEZY">click here</a>.&nbsp;&nbsp; For further shelf life, you can then place the filled bottles in water at a simmer (88<strong>° </strong>C) for 20 minutes.</p><p>As usual, I have more than enough to go around, so let me know if you are interested in buying a bottle.&nbsp; A little goes a long way!&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>]]></content:encoded><media:content type="image/jpeg" url="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669/1457898310646-YKNUHTT0T8D6NYPKQ6T4/Elderflower+Cordial.jpg?format=1500w" medium="image" isDefault="true" width="800" height="610"><media:title type="plain">Elderflower Cordial</media:title></media:content></item><item><title>Kitchen Utensils</title><category>Kitchen</category><dc:creator>Annabel Noth</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2014 14:46:46 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.alifewellstocked.com/blog/2014/05/30/kitchen-utensils</link><guid isPermaLink="false">56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669:56df0b201ccbd170ce4ac4a4:56df0b251ccbd170ce4ac4db</guid><description><![CDATA[KITCHEN UTENSILS | 30 MAY 2014

Every houseguest who visits my mother is given a tour of the house, shown 
their room, presented with towels and, once installed, asked to come down 
to the kitchen for the “tour.” It seems that each person has their own 
coping mechanism when it comes to houseguests, for my mother, it is that 
they know their way around the kitchen, thus saving the host countless 
questions of “where do I find.”  Questions asked because the guest is 
trying to be helpful.   She, therefore, starts every stay with the kitchen 
tour followed by the kitchen quiz.  Her kitchen is logically broken down 
into categories; vessels, (pots and pans); things with holes (colanders, 
strainers); handles (spoons, ladles, etc.); no handles (cookie cutters, egg 
slicers etc.); and things that are flat (cutting boards, trays, cookie 
sheets). There could be an argument that an egg slicer has holes but you 
get the drift. My sister’s stepsons were terrified by the idea of a quiz 
but in general I don’t think it’s a bad idea. ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Every houseguest who visits my mother is given a tour of the house, shown their room, presented with towels and, once installed, asked to come down to the kitchen for the “tour.” It seems that each person has their own coping mechanism when it comes to houseguests, for my mother, it is that they know their way around the kitchen, thus saving the host countless questions of “where do I find.”&nbsp; Questions asked because the guest is trying to be helpful.&nbsp;&nbsp; She, therefore, starts every stay with the kitchen tour followed by the kitchen quiz.&nbsp; Her kitchen is logically broken down into categories; vessels, (pots and pans); things with holes (colanders, strainers); handles (spoons, ladles, etc.); no handles (cookie cutters, egg slicers etc.); and things that are flat (cutting boards, trays, cookie sheets). There could be an argument that an egg slicer has holes but you get the drift. My sister’s stepsons were terrified by the idea of a quiz but in general I don’t think it’s a bad idea.&nbsp;</p><p>We were recently in France for my father’s 70th birthday and we rented a lovely farmhouse in the hills above St Tropez.&nbsp; The kitchen, it turns out, was organized exactly as my mother would have done it.&nbsp; As the head chef for the week, it made explaining the kitchen a lot easier.&nbsp; Kudos to my mother as the owner of the house is a well-accomplished chef.&nbsp;&nbsp; My kitchen is short on storage so I have only one drawer in my kitchen, named the “drawer of death” as haphazardly reaching in could cause bodily harm, but if you are lucky enough to have many drawers this is a pretty great way of dividing them up.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>After my knives, there are a few items that I view as highly important.&nbsp; After rummaging around the aforementioned drawer of death, this is what I have come up with in the handles category.&nbsp;</p><ol><li>Microplane:&nbsp; This item has changed everything for me. Originally, designed as a woodworking tool, the guys behind Microplane have adapted it for kitchen use.&nbsp; I use it for garlic, ginger, nutmeg and, perhaps most importantly, Parmesan cheese.&nbsp; It creates tiny curls of Parmesan that are far superior to anything a box grater can do.&nbsp;</li><li>Whisk:&nbsp; A kitchen workhorse.&nbsp; A reminder that you can beat egg whites by hand.</li><li>Spider:&nbsp; A Chinese tool for rescuing dumplings from either water or oil, I use it to fish out blanched vegetables or pasta while conserving the water.&nbsp;</li><li>Fish turner:&nbsp; Really it’s just a great spatula.&nbsp; Gentle enough for delicate fish, strong enough for anything smaller than a rib eye.</li><li>Wine key: Also called a waiter’s friend.&nbsp; The world is filled with expensive and awful wine openers.&nbsp; If you find a good simple one, buy 5.</li><li>Vegetable peeler: There was a reason peeling potatoes was a punishment in the army.&nbsp; It doesn’t have to be that way.&nbsp; A good peeler will improve your life.&nbsp; Plus you can use it to shave strips of vegetables for salads or pickling.</li><li>Ice cream scoop: How many bent spoons are you willing to endure?&nbsp; Also great for portioning muffins or cupcakes.</li><li>Tongs: Probably the number one most useful.&nbsp; Rubber tips don’t damage pans and they will turn that rib eye for you.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; For me they also stir in place of a wooden spoon, of which I have many, but if we are talking desert island picks, I will always go for tongs over wooden spoon.&nbsp;</li></ol><p>I have tried to find as many of the above items on Amazon and create a little shop, so if you are interested in getting the ones I like, check out the below.&nbsp;</p><p>// &lt;![CDATA[ // &lt;![CDATA[ // &amp;lt;![CDATA[ amazon_ad_tag=&amp;quot;aliwest-20&amp;quot;; amazon_ad_width=&amp;quot;300&amp;quot;; amazon_ad_height=&amp;quot;250&amp;quot;; amazon_color_border=&amp;quot;9CA2A7&amp;quot;; amazon_color_logo=&amp;quot;FFFFFF&amp;quot;; amazon_color_link=&amp;quot;206BA2&amp;quot;; amazon_ad_logo=&amp;quot;hide&amp;quot;; amazon_ad_title=&amp;quot;A Life Well Stocked: USA&amp;quot;; // ]]&amp;gt; // ]]&gt; // ]]&gt; <a href="http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/s/asw.js">http://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/s/asw.js</a> // &lt;![CDATA[ // &lt;![CDATA[ // &amp;lt;![CDATA[ amazon_ad_tag=&amp;quot;aliwest-21&amp;quot;; amazon_ad_width=&amp;quot;300&amp;quot;; amazon_ad_height=&amp;quot;250&amp;quot;; amazon_color_border=&amp;quot;9CA2A7&amp;quot;; amazon_color_logo=&amp;quot;FFFFFF&amp;quot;; amazon_color_link=&amp;quot;206BA2&amp;quot;; amazon_ad_logo=&amp;quot;hide&amp;quot;; amazon_ad_title=&amp;quot;A Life Well Stocked: UK&amp;quot;; // ]]&amp;gt; // ]]&gt; // ]]&gt; <a href="http://ir-uk.amazon-adsystem.com/s/asw.js">http://ir-uk.amazon-adsystem.com/s/asw.js</a></p>]]></content:encoded><media:content type="image/png" url="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669/1457898372971-90PH1YSMFBGX3A4D967T/Kitchen+Utensils.png?format=1500w" medium="image" isDefault="true" width="800" height="537"><media:title type="plain">Kitchen Utensils</media:title></media:content></item><item><title>Tomato Sauce</title><category>Kitchen</category><category>Recipes</category><dc:creator>Annabel Noth</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2014 17:36:23 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.alifewellstocked.com/blog/2014/05/22/tomato-sauce</link><guid isPermaLink="false">56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669:56df0b201ccbd170ce4ac4a4:56df0b261ccbd170ce4ac4de</guid><description><![CDATA[TOMATO SAUCE | 22 MAY 2014

It wasn’t too long ago that, while I enjoyed cooking, it was still a 
production:  planning and recipes, the search for unfamiliar ingredients.  
I had signed up to an Abel & Cole vegetable box hoping that the new items 
included each week would inspire me and, slowly, it worked.  At first, 
about half of the vegetables might go to waste, and I still find that there 
is just so much celeriac one can consume in a months time, but eventually 
instead of decreasing the frequency of deliveries I found myself ordering 
it weekly and even upgrading to a bigger box. ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It wasn’t too long ago that, while I enjoyed cooking, it was still a production:&nbsp; planning and recipes, the search for unfamiliar ingredients.&nbsp; I had signed up to an <a target="_blank" href="http://www.abelandcole.co.uk/">Abel &amp; Cole</a> vegetable box hoping that the new items included each week would inspire me and, slowly, it worked.&nbsp; At first, about half of the vegetables might go to waste, and I still find that there is just so much celeriac one can consume in a months time, but eventually instead of decreasing the frequency of deliveries I found myself ordering it weekly and even upgrading to a bigger box.&nbsp;</p><p>Around this time, my father announced that he would be in London and could we have dinner, that night!&nbsp; Granted it was only a dinner for two but the thought alone of having only hours to prepare and no idea what was in my refrigerator was a bit daunting.&nbsp; I took a deep breath and got back to whatever spreadsheet I was working on and made a note to myself to remember to leave work in time to hit the butcher.&nbsp;&nbsp; Armed with a chicken, I managed to scrape together a pretty nice dinner with just the, previously unknown, ingredients in my kitchen.&nbsp;&nbsp; It was the first time that it ever occurred to me that I might be ready to be a mother.&nbsp;</p>


































































  

    
  
    

      

      
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  <p>I, obviously, had no idea what I was talking about but for me that meal tipped the balance.&nbsp; After confidence, I realized that the ability to throw something good together quickly hinges on being prepared; a well stocked larder or pantry, the inspiration for the title of this blog.&nbsp; Everyone finds her own way to manage.&nbsp; My mother devised a set of dinners that were on rotation, they weren’t the most gourmet of options but they did set the stage for my childhood memories. <a target="_blank" href="http://www.ragu.com/">Ragú</a> was my one of my mother’s go-to staples, a fan favorite I might add. Who doesn’t love pasta with tomato sauce?&nbsp; For me, I find that whipping up a good tomato sauce is often easier than making it to the shop, but again you have to be prepared.&nbsp;</p><p>You will need olive oil, tomatoes of any kind, garlic and herbs.&nbsp;</p><p>But first a couple of tricks:</p><ul><li>Having fresh tomatoes around is great but often, out of season, they suck (tough but fair, I think) so good canned tomatoes work just as well.&nbsp; If you have fresh tomatoes, do not put them in the fridge, they will turn mushy and mealy, also if possible leave the stems on as removing the stems creates vulnerability in the flesh, which promotes deterioration.&nbsp;</li><li>Garlic keeps almost forever so just toss a couple of bulbs in at every shop and you’ll find yourself never wanting.&nbsp; If they start to grow shoots, just remove these before cooking as they can be bitter.&nbsp;</li><li>Fresh herbs are great.&nbsp; But sometimes you just don’t have them on hand.&nbsp; Herbs de Provence are a great substitute for fresh thyme and rosemary and you can buy them almost anywhere.&nbsp;</li></ul><p>So here we go.&nbsp; Put the water on to boil.&nbsp; At the same time put a saucepan or frying pan on medium heat with a little olive oil and throw in one piece of chopped tomato.&nbsp; &nbsp;Chop the rest of the tomatoes.&nbsp; Cherry tomatoes are great as you can do them in one fell swoop by placing your hand on top to hold them down and running your knife underneath to cut them in half.&nbsp; Embarrassingly I learned this on <a target="_blank" href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/shows/iron-chef-america.html/">Iron Chef America</a>, but it has been one of my favorite time saving techniques ever since.&nbsp; Again remember to <a target="_blank" href="http://www.thesilverspooneats.com/2014/03/knives.html">sharpen your knife</a>!&nbsp; If you are afraid, just use the top of a Tupperware container to hold the tomatoes.&nbsp;&nbsp; When the tomato in the oil starts to sizzle, you will be about done with the other tomatoes, so put them all in and give it a stir.&nbsp; When the tomatoes are in, chop the garlic and/or the herbs.&nbsp; If you have a garlic press or a microplane (you should buy one of these if you don’t have one) and are using dried herbs then you can do whatever you’d like for a couple minutes.&nbsp;&nbsp; When the tomatoes have softened, add the garlic and the herbs and a bit of salt.&nbsp;</p><p>Seems weird right, backwards in a way.&nbsp; We are so used to putting the garlic in first. But this way, you don’t burn it and the tomatoes have enough time to reduce into a sauce.&nbsp;</p><p>By this time your water is ready, throw your pasta in.&nbsp; When the pasta is ready, your sauce will be too.&nbsp; Also, tomato sauce is not just for pasta.&nbsp; It is great over vegetables or chicken or fish.</p>]]></content:encoded><media:content type="image/jpeg" url="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669/1457898434481-BNEIQZU2UYHMWWVNG6GC/tomato+sauce+1.jpg?format=1500w" medium="image" isDefault="true" width="350" height="233"><media:title type="plain">Tomato Sauce</media:title></media:content></item><item><title>In the Garden</title><category>Garden</category><dc:creator>Annabel Noth</dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2014 18:49:56 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.alifewellstocked.com/blog/2014/05/07/in-the-garden</link><guid isPermaLink="false">56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669:56df0b201ccbd170ce4ac4a4:56df0b261ccbd170ce4ac4e1</guid><description><![CDATA[<a role="presentation" aria-label="" class="
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  <p>When <a target="_blank" href="http://www.schillersny.com/index.php">Schiller’s Liquor Bar</a> opened in New York, there were a couple of great things about it.&nbsp; They served three levels of house wine; cheap, decent and good. And, or so the waitress told me, certain items on the menu were priced to encourage you to do what, the proprietor, Keith McNally, thought was the right thing.&nbsp; A double espresso was cheaper than a single and a cheeseburger cheaper than its cheese-free alternative. &nbsp;&nbsp;I have no idea if this was true or if their menus had just been printed incorrectly as these were early days, but I choose to believe it was true.&nbsp; Several years ago, Pascal and I took a cooking course at <a target="_blank" href="http://daylesford.com/">Daylesford Organic</a> where they did exactly the same thing.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>After 7 hours of cooking we were given a tour around the farm in Gloucestershire and a parting gift of 6 small salad plants.&nbsp; We weren’t allowed to just turn up and leave and either cook what we learned or not, we were now made to choose whether or not we were going to plant these little guys or throw them out.&nbsp; So off to the <a target="_blank" href="http://www.burford.co.uk/">Burford Garden Company</a> we went to procure accommodation for our new plants.&nbsp;&nbsp; It turns out that was not to be the last fortune we would spend at said garden center but too date its our party favour with the heftiest liabilities.&nbsp; That summer we grew our salad in the window box, enjoying every second of it and yearning for a little more space to plant one maybe two tomatoes.&nbsp;</p><p>They say that, “with great power comes great responsibility.”&nbsp; It seems the same can also be said for a great roof terrace.&nbsp; Given the success of our window box, we were looking for a place that had everything we wanted and had outdoor space.&nbsp; What we got was a roof terrace the size of our previous apartment, complete with a greenhouse.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>This is my fourth year of planting and I have learned some but not nearly as much as I should have.&nbsp; The first year I planted almost entirely from seed which is a remarkably rewarding experience as you can’t imagine that anything will ever actually come of it but now it’s a combination of seeds and plugs.&nbsp; Like most else, I order my plants off of <a target="_blank" href="http://www.organicplants.co.uk/">internet</a>, weeks, if not months in advance so its always exciting when its actually time to plant out the tomatoes.&nbsp;&nbsp; It’s a time of year I get excited about and I hope you do too.&nbsp;&nbsp; Plant just one tomato plant or a couple of salad plants.&nbsp; If you want tips <a target="_self" href="http://www.thesilverspooneats.com/ask-annie.html">just ask</a>.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>]]></description><media:content type="image/jpeg" url="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669/1457898652021-VVT4XL59MJV1OAMUGR3U/garden1.jpg?format=1500w" medium="image" isDefault="true" width="800" height="532"><media:title type="plain">In the Garden</media:title></media:content></item><item><title>Pretty Dresses</title><category>House</category><category>Baby</category><dc:creator>Annabel Noth</dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2014 18:24:13 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.alifewellstocked.com/blog/2014/04/28/pretty-dresses</link><guid isPermaLink="false">56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669:56df0b201ccbd170ce4ac4a4:56df0b271ccbd170ce4ac4e6</guid><description><![CDATA[PRETTY DRESSES | 28 APRIL 2014

Growing up, my sister and I moved around a lot.  We weren’t Army brats or 
the daughters of oilmen: our parents stayed in the same place.  We just 
moved in between their homes, every week or two for over a decade.  Besides 
the obvious, this was not ideal for multiple reasons: the soccer uniform 
was never at the right house; there would be 8 hairbrushes at one and none 
at the other; and you hesitated every time someone asked you your home 
phone number.  Something I still do.   Two things, however, remained 
constant.  Frisko and Yaya.  Frisko arrived around the time that the moving 
began and was an even-tempered marmalade or ginger cat with dog-like 
tendencies.  Yaya is an even-tempered Jamaican woman who, for all intents 
and purposes, was our third parent.      ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Growing up, my sister and I moved around a lot.&nbsp; We weren’t Army brats or the daughters of oilmen: our parents stayed in the same place.&nbsp; We just moved in between their homes, every week or two for over a decade.&nbsp; Besides the obvious, this was not ideal for multiple reasons: the soccer uniform was never at the right house; there would be 8 hairbrushes at one and none at the other; and you hesitated every time someone asked you your home phone number.&nbsp; Something I still do.&nbsp;&nbsp; Two things, however, remained constant.&nbsp; Frisko and Yaya.&nbsp; Frisko arrived around the time that the moving began and was an even-tempered marmalade or ginger cat with dog-like tendencies.&nbsp; Yaya is an even-tempered Jamaican woman who, for all intents and purposes, was our third parent.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p>Yaya, of course, isn’t her given name but it’s what we called her and still do.&nbsp; For almost 35 years, she has taken care of our family in one capacity or another, which means we have never had to say goodbye to her.&nbsp; Frisko also did his best in that regard, living until the right old age of 22 and a half.&nbsp; We were Yaya’s third family.&nbsp; She had two boys of her own and had taken care of another family before us. She was also a seamstress.&nbsp; Took night classes at FIT, had string trailing from everything that she wore and, when babysitting, spent the evenings tracing patterns, cutting fabric and sewing.&nbsp; The whirr of a sewing machine will always remind me of those nights: watching <em>The Cosby Show</em> and if we behaved <em>A Different World</em>; sitting on Yaya’s feet to help her do sit-ups; and the tick tick tick of the sewing machine.&nbsp; She taught me how to sew, thus its no surprise that I think of her every time I am picking out a seam or am dangerously holding pins in my mouth.&nbsp;</p><p>I now have two sewing machines.&nbsp; One in New York and one in London.&nbsp; I resisted it for a while.&nbsp; Lack of space, lack of time, lack of inspiration. It only took over priced, adorable baby clothes to motivate me to pick it up again.&nbsp;&nbsp; Before committing, I signed up for a <a target="_blank" href="http://www.saturdaysewingsession.co.uk/">sewing class</a>, left the building and ordered a machine.&nbsp; I made a dress for Lillian with a meter of fabric I bought off eBay and then one for my niece.&nbsp;</p><p>I am happy to make dresses on commission. You can choose the fabric or leave it up to me.&nbsp;&nbsp; I have several designs to work from and will be adding more as I find them.&nbsp; You will still need to pull strings and might notice some imperfections but they are what make things handmade.&nbsp;&nbsp; If you are interested please use the form below.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p><a href="http://www.emailmeform.com/builder/forms/jsform/PYU1JBrgNKRGm68F499iIn">http://www.emailmeform.com/builder/forms/jsform/PYU1JBrgNKRGm68F499iIn</a></p><p>Powered by</p>
























  
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While I quite like dark chocolate, I have never been much of a candy 
person.  My sister, Eliza, had an almost cult-like obsession with Skittles 
and I was fond of the occasional Mounds but the bulging bag of collected 
Halloween candy would barely have a dent in it by the time the next 
Halloween rolled around.  The exception to all of this, as you may have 
guessed, is Easter.   I love Easter candy.   

I like a lot about Easter actually.  A friend recently asked me if I knew 
why Easter occurred when it does.  By the leading tone of his voice I could 
tell he knew the answer.  Without skipping a beat, I replied, “it’s the 
first Sunday, after the first full moon following the Vernal Equinox.”  I 
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  <p>While I quite like dark chocolate, I have never been much of a candy person.&nbsp; My sister, Eliza, had an almost cult-like obsession with Skittles and I was fond of the occasional Mounds but the bulging bag of collected Halloween candy would barely have a dent in it by the time the next Halloween rolled around.&nbsp; The exception to all of this, as you may have guessed, is Easter.&nbsp;&nbsp; I love Easter candy.&nbsp; &nbsp;</p><p>I like a lot about Easter actually.&nbsp; A friend recently asked me if I knew why Easter occurred when it does.&nbsp; By the leading tone of his voice I could tell he knew the answer.&nbsp; Without skipping a beat, I replied, “it’s the first Sunday, after the first full moon following the Vernal Equinox.”&nbsp; I also really like fun facts.&nbsp; &nbsp;</p><p>I am pretty much a fan of all that Easter has to offer, but it was never about the spring lamb, just the candy.&nbsp; An Easter Egg Hunt, perhaps a few dyed eggs and the candy.&nbsp; My father loves Easter Egg Hunts and has declared that only women and children can participate in the hunting while the men hide the eggs.&nbsp; Not sure where he found these rules but it never bothered me as I was either in one hunting camp or the other.&nbsp; Jelly beans never did it for me but they were always a staple in our Easter baskets, lovingly prepared by my mother, because she is, in fact, quite a fan of jelly beans.&nbsp; Peeps remain to this day a guilty pleasure but since I only like them stale (just pierce the package and wait, perfect for international shipments!) they only really count for Orthodox Easter, which is two weeks later. &nbsp;</p><p>For me, it was always the marzipan.&nbsp; Shaped like bunnies, apples, pigs.&nbsp; No matter.&nbsp; I love it.&nbsp; This adoration even graced the pages of the <a target="_blank" href="http://www.nytimes.com/1997/04/06/nyregion/86th-street-loses-german-holdout-and-its-marzipan.html">New York Times</a> when my mother’s Upper East Side marzipan go-to of 20 years shuttered its doors.&nbsp;</p><p>It would only make sense to try and make it myself.&nbsp; Turns out, its basically just sugar which can part explain the attraction but it’s also relatively easy to make.&nbsp; Ever since the red M&amp;Ms disappeared from their packets and Red Dye #2 was demonized across the land, I have been a bit skeptical on food coloring so I decided to go the natural route for dyes.&nbsp; Some of the below are better than others but each are easy to make and can be used to dye eggs too.</p><ol><li>Red Cabbage: This is the left over water from boiling red cabbage reduced.&nbsp; It is great for dyeing eggs.&nbsp;</li><li>Beet Juice:&nbsp; Also great for eggs, worked well for marzipan too</li><li>Charcoal:&nbsp; The chick was going to need eyes, right? This is an edible charcoal that comes in a tablet.&nbsp; Also good for clearing the system of toxins.&nbsp;</li><li>Carrot Juice:&nbsp; Good for eggs, also works for a subtle carrot.&nbsp;</li><li>Spinach Juice:&nbsp; I would say lukewarm for both but I couldn’t stomach the spirulina mixture.</li><li>Turmeric: &nbsp;Great for both eggs and marzipan.&nbsp; I thought the strong spice might be a deterrent but my 9-year-old assistant assured me it was still plenty tasty.&nbsp;</li></ol><p>It turns out this is a great activity for kids but make the marzipan first, powdered sugar can turn your house into a culinary meth lab if you’re not careful.&nbsp; You will need 200g caster (fine) sugar, 200g icing (confectioners) sugar, 300g ground almonds, 2 egg whites and a teaspoon of vanilla.&nbsp; You could also use almond extract instead for extra almondy marzipan.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><ul><li>Mix the dry ingredients together in a large bowl (pulse in the food processor if you feel the ground almonds are too coarse)</li><li>Lightly whisk the egg whites and vanilla extract in separate bowl.&nbsp;</li><li>Create a well in the center of the sugar mixture, pour in the liquid and use your fingers to incorporate them into a ball &nbsp;&nbsp;</li><li>Refrigerate until ready to use.&nbsp;</li><li>You can use the dyes to either color the marzipan or as paint.&nbsp;</li></ul><p>It has been great hearing feedback from many of you over the recent posts. Don’t be shy, post your comments here.</p><p>If you are interested in some of my marzipan creatures please feel free to contact me on the form below.</p>


























  
    
    
    
    
    

    

    
      
    
    
    

  


  




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A little while back, I attended my first proper Swiss wedding.  They tend 
to be intimate but lively affairs.  This one was mostly family and some 
friends, a grand total of perhaps 30 people and only one American, me.  I 
pride myself on my intuition regarding languages.  I can sit at a table 
listening to a conversation in a say Swiss-German and just tie together the 
couple of words I know to get the gist.  Needless to say, this takes a lot 
of concentration. 

My skills also tend to degenerate after a glass of wine and then 
miraculously improve after a couple.  It turns out that the main course 
that night hit me squarely in the middle.  As the gentleman to my left 
began to tell me all about the bärlauch risotto, I must have stopped paying 
attention for long enough to lose the plot entirely or perhaps my perceived 
talent as a universal linguist is vastly over blown.  Either way, I stared 
at him blankly and replied “How delicious!”  I learned later that he had 
been telling me about how one had to be careful in harvesting the wild 
garlic or ramps, as the foxes like to use them to clean their nether 
regions.  Thankfully his English was just about as good as my Swiss. ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<a role="presentation" aria-label="" class="
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  <p>A little while back, I attended my first proper Swiss wedding.&nbsp; They tend to be intimate but lively affairs.&nbsp; This one was mostly family and some friends, a grand total of perhaps 30 people and only one American, me.&nbsp; I pride myself on my intuition regarding languages.&nbsp; I can sit at a table listening to a conversation in a say Swiss-German and just tie together the couple of words I know to get the gist.&nbsp; Needless to say, this takes a lot of concentration.&nbsp;</p><p>My skills also tend to degenerate after a glass of wine and then miraculously improve after a couple.&nbsp; It turns out that the main course that night hit me squarely in the middle.&nbsp; As the gentleman to my left began to tell me all about the <em>b</em><em>ä</em><em>rlauch risotto</em>, I must have stopped paying attention for long enough to lose the plot entirely or perhaps my perceived talent as a universal linguist is vastly over blown.&nbsp; Either way, I stared at him blankly and replied “How delicious!”&nbsp; I learned later that he had been telling me about how one had to be careful in harvesting the wild garlic or ramps, as the foxes like to use them to clean their nether regions.&nbsp; Thankfully his English was just about as good as my Swiss.&nbsp;</p><p>Every year when all the chefs around town are humming about the appearance of wild garlic, my mind will often wonder to foxes.&nbsp; Even so, I do love it and its just one more affirmation that springtime is upon us.&nbsp; One of my favorite applications for the allium is pesto.&nbsp; Pesto, commonly made with basil, comes from the Italian word <em>pestare</em>&nbsp;meaning to crush.&nbsp; The basic construct is the same.&nbsp; Greens, nuts, oil and cheese.&nbsp;&nbsp; In this case I went with wild garlic, toasted pine nuts, olive oil and Parmesan.&nbsp;&nbsp; The flavor of the pesto will be quite strong, to mitigate this you can blanch the wild garlic before hand or allow it to mellow out in the fridge over the coming days.&nbsp; Basil too, appreciates a dip in some hot water, as it tends to darken when blended, this way it will keep its vibrant green color.&nbsp; Rocket/Arugula is a nice spicy alternative; also subbing in walnuts for pine nuts works a treat.&nbsp;</p><p>You will need 2 handfuls of greens, 1 handful of pine nuts, a healthy chunk of Parmesan, Olive Oil, and salt, perhaps a lemon.</p><ul><li>Blanch (briefly introduce them to boiling water) the greens or in this case, wild garlic, and wring out the water.&nbsp;</li><li>Add to a food processor or blender or mortal and pestle if you’re feeling up to it</li><li>Chuck in the pine nuts and grate as much parmesan as you see fit</li><li>Give it a pulse or two to get it going then start to drizzle in a bit of olive oil, let it go full whack for a while before adding more oil</li><li>Give it a taste; add salt, more oil, more cheese, lemon zest?&nbsp;</li><li>The rest is up to you</li></ul><p>Wild garlic isn’t only for pesto; you can use it in sauces or as an herb.&nbsp; I substituted it for the parsley in Sole Meunière and it was delicious.&nbsp; Gentle enough not to overpower the fish.&nbsp; And pesto isn’t just for pasta.&nbsp; Use it as a spread on toast; I happen to have given the <a target="_blank" href="http://food52.com/recipes/27433-dan-leader-s-4-hour-baguette">4-hour baguette recipe from Food 52</a>&nbsp;a try so was very happy to have a vehicle for my pesto or as a chimmichuri sauce for steaks, adding lemon here makes it especially nice.&nbsp; Needless to say, you will have thought you made way too much and will soon find it all gone.</p><p>If you’d like to purchase a limited edition 2014 jar you can contact me <a target="_self" href="mailto:annabel.noth@gmail.com">here</a>&nbsp;or use the form below.&nbsp;</p>]]></content:encoded><media:content type="image/jpeg" url="https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56dd3aa8f8baf30cf978b669/1457899811063-YVQFWNOKQIJWR08MFVVP/pesto.jpg?format=1500w" medium="image" isDefault="true" width="800" height="532"><media:title type="plain">Wild Garlic Pesto</media:title></media:content></item></channel></rss>