Comments on: Nutty About Sahale Snacks & Food Gal Contest

By: foodgal

foodgal — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 22:48:41 +0000

Contest is now closed. Winners announced on Monday.

By: AWS.

AWS. — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 06:38:56 +0000

once upon a time in my mother’s kitchen, I had the job of being the gravy chef…a chicken was stewing in a huge pot sunk under 5 quarts of seasoned water..being small in size, it was heavy duty to lift the pot to drain the stock. Using a stepstool, I bent over the sink and emptied the stock down the kitchen sink causing a major flood: gravy gone in a split second: I chuckled which caught the eye of the chief chef who sent me swiftly to the store for a ready-made sauce…the store was closed! what to do? I went to a friend’s house where another chicken was stewing away! They had no gravy to share! I phoned another friend also stewing a chicken! Sorry, they said…why so many people doing the same thing? a time of celebration! good things happen! my mother found another bird and so the story goes, the gravy train was up to speed and landed on the table without a splash!!!!!!!!

By: Stef

Stef — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 18:35:52 +0000

Last year I moved into my very own apartment and for the first time had to stock my own kitchen. One evening I decided to bake Herman (a cinnamon friendship bread) for my office. Since my mom always had had enough of everything, I didn’t think twice of just forging ahead and started tossing ingredients in a bowl – never mind that I was in my own kitchen now.

My first trip down the hall – in a NYC 12-story apartment building where nobody knows their neighbors – was to beg for an egg. For my next trip I made sure to go to another neighbor, asking for a cup of milk. Once I was happily mixing away, I started to ponder the soupy consistency of my dough and upon consulting with the recipe I realized that I had switched the amounts for flour and milk. And, of course, I was now also out of flour (the last bit had been just enough!).

At the end of my wits I called my mom who brilliantly instructed me to add instant vanilla pudding powder until the dough was a bit thicker. It took 2 1/2 boxes of the pudding powder and an extra 30 min in the oven and voila, a very moist but delicious friendship bread!

By: Tangled Noodle

Tangled Noodle — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 15:18:40 +0000

My husband and I will never forget my first attempt at fried ice cream – the kind that has just a rather thin crispy coating. I didn’t have a recipe (this was actually well before recipes were easily accessible online) so I simple relied on memories of what we’d enjoyed at restaurants. Let’s just say that oil and vanilla ice cream, barely enrobed with sugar and Kellog’s Corn Flakes, do not mix! The pot of very hot oil overflowed, the stovetop was in flames, I was shrieking like a banshee and the dog was cowering in the corner. Fortunately, Mr. Noodle kept his head and put out the flames before complete disaster.

I’ve learned that the ice cream used in those restaurant desserts are super-chilled beyond the capacity of a home freezer, which is why they can be fried with a thin coating without erupting like Mt. Vesuvius. It took me nearly 15 years before I was able to overcome the trauma and try fried ice cream again this summer. This time, I researched as if I were building a space shuttle and I made sure that Mr. Noodle was close by with a fire extinguisher. The dog was let out into the yard for safety . . .

By: Deb Haseltine

Deb Haseltine — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 01:12:48 +0000

I was 13 and making my first coffee cake (the cinnamon/pecan one we all have made). My mother was busy on the phone and just kept telling me to follow the recipe…(You can read can’t you?). So I did. I got it in the oven and was cleaning up my mess. I asked her what to do with the left over coca cola that was in the bottle. “Drink it”, she told me. I told her I did not want it because it was hot….she asked why I opened it in the first place….(you guessed it)…I added 1 teaspoon coke…instead of BAKING soda!!!!! I was afraid my mother was going to choke she laughed so hard…..sheesh…