Little known fact: Snixy Kitchen is not my first blog. Back in 2007, I had a five-post stint as a blogger telling detailed classroom stories of teaching adventures, in which I replaced all my students’ names with Disney characters. I wrote about the time I discovered that 4th-grade Gaston had written, “Ms. Nix is next,” in the margin of his book (next for what?!), and the time Pocahontas raised her hand to, in complete seriousness, announce that she needed to poop. This blog lasted all of 5 days because I discovered that teaching is truly a more-than-full-time job.
Even though my poor circulation is not a big fan of the cold, one of winter’s redeeming factors is soup. This cold winter slows me down and has me constantly wishing I was sitting in front of a warm fireplace with a cup of hot cocoa in my hand. Apparently our cats share this feeling – the fireplace part, not the hot cocoa…I don’t think. Do cats like hot cocoa? Steamed milk perhaps? While we were on our honeymoon, the baby kitties spent 3 weeks at Chez Grandma and Grandpa snuggling up underneath the wood stove – probably scorching some fur while they were at it. Life was great. And warm. When they came home to the land of no wood stove, the cats claimed a new “bed” – curled up on the heat vent behind a box under the side table in the back corner of the living room. They seem to find this a suitable alternative for when the stereo receiver is not turned on (their other heated bed). I agree, guys – we need a wood stove. Soup will have to do.
Since we’re back in the US now, I thought I’d share a recipe that screams “America!” And what’s more American than Coca Cola, amiright? Really, I made these sliders the week before we left, but I’ve been saving the recipe. To be honest, besides my fresh fruit breakfasts, I hardly missed our standard American fare while abroad. Not even close to the amount I miss Japanese food now that we’re back in the states. Especially the wagashi confectionaries – I’m dreaming of mochi 24/7. Stay tuned for some remakes of the sweet treats we ate in Japan.
I’m a girl who loves her kitchen tools. I’m crazy for my food processor, I smile every time I use my switch-it spatula, and I’m totally into tiny bowls. Two weeks ago, I added a new kitchen tool to my collection that I’ve already developed strong feelings for. Who knew such an inexpensive gizmo in an unassuming box would be so mind-blowing? You know that feeling when you and “that guy/gal you’re dating” finally become Facebook-official? (Note, Lucas and I didn’t become Facebook-official until we got engaged – everything before that wasn’t serious enough;). Well I’m going Facebook-official…err….blog-official about my new love affair with my spiral cutter! It’s a gluten-free eater’s goldmine – especially for one who used to make homemade pasta on the weekly.