As a new mom with a part-time job, I have found these past few months difficult. I’m always exhausted and lack the energy to do anything meaningful besides attending to my baby. These days, food to me means sandwiches and sometimes pizza – and today I am going to write about the latter. I have called this “chaotic pizza” because it looks just like me nowadays: disheveled, all over the place and totally chaotic. The look of this pizza may not win any awards, but I’m not too concerned about it. I just think the pizza tastes great! 🙂
I stumbled upon an interesting discovery at the specialty cheese section the other day: sun-dried tomato cheese! I love both cheese and sun-dried tomatoes. However, I have never never tried them together as part of one product, and I was very curious to see how this cheese would taste like.
I am a self-confessed cheeseaholic – as you know, I use cheese in lots of dishes, both sweet and savory, and cheese is a main ingredient in all of my panini. Meanwhile, my use of sun-dried tomatoes in oil has been rather limited so far – I mainly put them on top of homemade pizza, so there’s definitely room for improvement and experimentation in this regard.
I had a long talk with my mom this morning on the topic of eating lamb on Easter. This is a long-standing tradition in my religion, yet it is one that my family has hardly ever followed. I remember when I was little my mom would scramble to put meat on the Easter dinner table. Back then, meat was elusive, and any kind of meat was much appreciated. Usually my dad would use his “connections” to get us a chicken, which my mom would skillfully butcher to make a variety of dishes: chicken soup, baked chicken, even chicken aspic.
As a child growing up in the countryside, my mom would eat lamb on Easter every year. Things changed, however, as soon as she moved to the city: her family departed from this tradition, and lamb was used less and less in their cooking. I know for certain that my dad didn’t like lamb. As for me, I remember trying a lamb shank once as a child, and not being particularly impressed with its taste.