My Blog Needs Help

My blog is broken. Well, not completely broken, but I missed some type of system change and am not sure what to do about it. I could try to transfer my blog to WordPress or some other blog site but I don't really want to switch from Blogger.

I no longer seem to have the option to add an email subscription link to my home page. And the "contact me" info at the bottom of the page doesn't seem to work. I've tried to email myself but the email didn't go through. 

If you have blog comments or suggestions for how to fix the blog, please email lizzycooks@gmail.com

I used to have Amazon ads on the page and may add them back in. It complicates things a bit so we'll see how it goes. I would earn a few bucks if people clicked ads on the page. 

I will figure it out eventually. 

Until then, happy cooking. 

My Love for Food

New Orleans Bread Pudding

A few days ago following my last blog post, I stopped cooking like a person obsessed. I felt like I had to get the hotel/cooking story out of my system and I believe writing about my experience helped. I may have burnt myself out (no pun intended) a little bit on cooking after doing it so much for these 3 months, but I know it will pass. 

I earned a girl scout badge in cooking--it's been a while. Here's a hint: GS cookies were 75 cents a box (I think?). I made bread pudding to complete the badge requirement from a recipe my grandma gave me. I can't visualize the final product, and I don't have the sash with my cooking badge after a fire, but my point is my desire to cook manifested itself a long time ago. 

I have to mention the influence of my food-loving dad. My dad experimented with food a lot when I was a kid. I've written in this blog before about my dad's influence on my cooking. My dad is a major foodie and gourmet cook. I am fortunate to have hundreds of his recipes on file. When I was a child in Chicago-land we ate a variety of ethnic foods. Indian food, Chinese food, Italian food, guacamole, ice cream sundaes, and more. Food adventures. 

Food was also something that brought us together at my grandma's house, my dad's mom. My most vivid memories are of her offering us a ham sandwich on white bread and a soda. And cookies. She always had cookies. I can still see the now vintage set of "straw" cups on top of her fridge. She also had lots of good candies and sweets around the holidays. Food was enjoyed.

I've looked into cooking school, selling food/cooking from home, catering, etc. But I think I'm a happy home cook who very much enjoys this creative process. 

Enjoy your food!

Enjoy Your Food!

Peach galette

I've been ignoring my lizzycooks blog. This is my first post of 2024 and it's late August already. There have been some things going on...

In November 2023, just after my last blog post, there was a flood in my house. I then moved into a fancy hotel while it took four dark, rainy, winter months for my house to be remodeled. I have been home sweet home for five months. 

I loved living at the new downtown hotel with the killer views, meeting hotel and restaurant staff, hanging downtown with friends, dining out, and ordering room service, but it all did get a touch old towards the end of my 121 night stay. Hilton points!

Why is this hotel story on my food/recipe blog? Due to the effect this entire experience had on my desire to cook is the why. I had no idea it would happen--but for the past three months I cannot stop cooking. I feel like I'm obsessed by my foodie ancestors. I am driven to cook multiple items in one day, all day long, most every day--something I did not do before. I've wondered if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Is it an obsession? Is it due to being in the hotel for so long? Am I craving comfort food? Is it just naturally happening? Is it temporary? What to do with all of this food I'm creating?

So while living in the comforts of room #620, I couldn't really cook anything decent because I had minimal cookware and utensils, a 2-burner stovetop with a slower than molasses heating element, no cutting board, not enough room to spread out, and it simply wasn't MY kitchen. It felt strange and unfamiliar. Keeping myself fed became the focus. I lived on doggie bags, rice bowls, caesar salads, oatmeal, and tortilla soup. And some cupcakes from around the corner. 

After returning home in April I unpacked 105 boxes, had the house professionally cleaned inside and out, and in May had a bring your own dip party to celebrate my homecoming. Shortly after the party, my desire to cook greatly increased as did my foodie Facebook posts. I swear I want to post to my blog more often.     

                                    

Many "firsts" happened during this time. I conquered my lifetime fear of scratch pie crusts and now make them often, made a 2-crust pie, made pizza crust from scratch, made ice cream and sorbet in my new machine, picked cherries-blueberries-peaches this summer and made smoothies, ice cream, cobblers, crisps, and more from the gorgeous fruit. 

My freezer now holds 10 bags of frozen sliced peaches for the winter and 10 fruit galettes. Cherry, peach, blueberry, peach-blueberry--all with buttery crusts made from scratch. I've filled up my mom's freezer with galettes as well as mine, and have been giving them away to friends and neighbors. I have made an extraordinary amount of fruit galettes. I enjoy making them and am thankful only one pie crust is involved. 

It's not just galettes and peaches filling up my freezer. I made a few pans of lasagna and froze individual pieces, made peanut sauce and red sauce and froze it, and have been creating all sorts of things.

I pickled jalapenos and red onions, made caprese salad, pesto, roasted garlic, pizza, roasted carrots with honey, blue cheese, & pecans, hummus & baba ghanoush, naan, lemon-feta angel hair pasta, mac 'n cheese, cupcakes, and more. 

I believe there's a lot of guilt surrounding food in our society but the way I see it--folks should enjoy and celebrate their food. 

Enjoy your food! is the lizzycooks motto.