If you haven’t already, please make sure you check out the Red Cross of Central Texas Raffle that I’m holding. You could win amazing prizes from Keurig, KerryGold, Chicago Metallics, Scharffen Berger Chocolate, and Miss in the Kitchen! Who doesn’t love a good taco salad? I don’t know if they’re very authentic, but you …
Tex-Mex
Tres Leches Cake is a long standing Tex-Mex favorite. The name literally means “three milks”. The three milks we use are evaporated milk, sweetened condensed milk, and half & half. I’ve also heard rumors that some people swap out the evaporated milk for goat’s milk. The idea behind Tres Leches is that the three milks …
Independence Day is nearly here! Hooray for three day weekends, barbecues, and celebrating our Nation. If James and I were in San Antonio this weekend, we’d be preparing for a weekend full of tubing, good beer, and of course, fajitas. Do you know the history behind fajitas? Originally, skirt steak (what real fajitas are made …
There is nothing more divine to me than a warm and fresh tortilla. When I am in San Antonio, it is one of the things I look forward to most – stepping foot in a Las Palapas or Casa Rio and being served with a tortilla warmer full of steamy, perfectly pillowy flat breads to go with my carne guisada, migas, or fajitas.
That I spent years buying in-store tortillas for home use kind of depresses me, now that I know how easy they are to make. You don’t need much: flour, lard, salt, water, and a food processor or your own two hands.
Cheese enchiladas are comfort food to me the way matzo ball soup might be to someone on the East Coast. It\’s just one of those satisfying meals that sounds good no matter what time of day it is, where you are, or whether or not you\’ve just eaten.
I just got my Texas Monthly magazine yesterday (thanks to my hubby for subscribing), and this month is dedicated to \”How to Cook Like a Texan\”. Of Cheese Enchiladas, Katharyn Rodemann writes, \”They say our palates memorize flavors. If that\’s the case, every Texan has enchiladas learned by heart.\”
Amen.
My Grandma Wogan lived in Union Star, MO… a tiny little sleeper town in northwest Missouri. As tiny as the town was, I remember it being full of magic spots when I was a little girl. She lived in a log cabin (that always smelled like coffee), which was about as far different from our suburban ranch home as it could be. She had huge trees all over her lot, with a big tire swing in her backyard. My sister and I would spend hours just swinging on that swing, feeling like we were flying up to the highest tree branches.