Holiday Cooking With Crys: Never Mind

So, remember how I told you all that there was little to do here besides cook? Well, scratch that, it looks like my great plans for spending my days making complicated but delicious food things is yet another example of my getting on everyone’s nerves. Given the fact that this house has exactly three kitchens, I thought I could shut myself up in one of them, make food and clean up after myself without getting in anybody’s way and also contributing to the meals, thereby making myself somewhat useful. Turns out I was wrong, and I’m just being annoying. My boyfriend’s mother’s hints to the effect were none too subtle: after she squirreled through my suitcase when we were in the city, found the jars I brought to make preserves, decided she liked them and that they were hers now, took the olive oil I brought to marinate grilled eggplant and used it to cook with, threw away the whey I had put aside to make ricotta over my splutters of “nu! wait!” and three times “forgot” to put aside 3 liters of milk from the evening milking before dumping a cup of rennet in it, I decided to give up completely. Good thing there’s internet here!

It’s a pity, too. On my list was fresh mozzarella, ricotta, pizza made with that mozzarella and canoli made with that ricotta, grilled and marinated spicy eggplant, funghi trifolati, a new cake I’ve invented and made exactly once but that turned out to be pretty awesome breakfast fare, which I am now calling crostata di leche asada, strudel, fresh pasta, pomodori al riso, ice cream, and anything else anyone felt a fancy to. Oh well. If any of you want to know how to make any of the aforementioned things, I’ll be happy to indulge in a little food porn and make a post about it anyway. In the meantime, I’ll be doing a lot more netflix and internet surfing than I thought I would be for the rest of the week.

I suppose laying in bed with a laptop perched on my knees for a week was my teenager’s idea of a heavenly holiday. I’ll be fulfilling that dream at last!


  1. Beatrice, an amateur cynic looking for a happy thought says

    She doesn’t sound very nice. I’m sorry you couldn’t cook, all you listed sounds delicious.

    I’m trying my hand at preserves this year. Right now I have paprika (cut into tiny squares) cooking in water and vinegar, with salt, sugar, onions, garlic and a couple of bay leaves in one pot. There’s mustard and oil cooking in the other pot. I’m supposed to mix those two when paprika cools down. I hope this doesn’t turn into a disaster.

  2. ledasmom says

    Could you possibly give the recipe or the method for the cake? I can dig out my recipe/method for blueberry or raspberry lemon buckle, which can be made as one big cake or little individual cakes, if anyone wants.

    • thoughtsofcrys says

      That’s what I thought too, which is why I asked my bf very specifically before we came here if she would feel that way. He assured me she wouldn’t, and was surprised she’d be so passive aggressive about it. What’s funny is she has absolutely no problem with me cleaning the bathroom for her or things like that. It’s a cultural difference I didn’t forsee: in my culture, it would be far more insulting to offer to clean someone’s bathroom than it would be to offer to cook something every once in a while, it would be like telling them they keep a dirty house.

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