For the most part, I did find myself expanding my culinary arsenal during this past year. I mastered brioche buns, pretzel rolls, English muffins, that actually quite simple and not at all terrifying poached egg, and even did crazy Martha Stewart-type stuff like making my own nut butter, pickles, caramels, and granola. (Don’t worry, I do not and never will own a poncho. Unless Anthropologie starts carrying them…)
When the weather turned warm, I turned fresh figs into ice cream, I learned how to select a ripe honeydew and then used it to make popsicles with freshly squeezed lime juice, and I finally started taking advantage of all the produce at all the Los Angeles farmer’s markets like a good little locovore.
But for all my successes and kitchen triumphs, I still failed at making pizza – twice.
And I still can’t seem to cook a piece of fish without rendering it into a dry and lifeless commodity that I would be embarrassed to serve to anyone other than an indiscriminate pet. Or, more accurately, the roaches that took up residence in my apartment before I blanketed my unit with 17 roach motels.
May they not rest in peace.
I also couldn’t quite kick my obsession with quinoa, and found an excuse to incorporate it into every single recipe I could – even turkey meatballs.
All things considered, as I stand at the threshold of 2011, I feel excited about all I accomplished this year in my shoebox of a kitchen. Here are a few of my favorite recipes and accomplishments – heavy dose of quinoa, included.