Repeat after me: a cobbler is not the same as a crisp, and neither are the same as a crumble. Or a buckle, a pandowdy, a betty, or a puzzle. Slump, maybe, but only the cobbler. Don’t even get me started on grunts. Who came up with these names??
We have three varieties of plums in our little home orchard that range in flavor from too tart for words to sublimely sweet. Each is perfect in their own way depending on how they are used, and trust me, they will get used.
Plums are liars. Okay, not all plums lie, but when they do it’s really bad, but it’s nothing that booze and sugar can’t fix. Well, at least in this case.
I have a few (okay, a fair amount, ummmm… maybe a lot) of kitchen gadgets. Some I use more often than others, but I really do use them all at some point in time.
I have three varieties of plum trees in my yard. The earliest to ripen is the Santa Rosa. They look and smell so luscious, and then you bite into one. PUCKER!!!
We grow three varieties of plums in our yard. Needless to say, when we have a good year we are swimming in plums. This was a good year.
There are few things from the kitchen as pretty as a perfectly set jar of sparkling, jewel-toned jelly. However, those “less attractive” jars of jam deserve some love, too.
I’m leaning towards the first name because the second just doesn’t sound right. Seeing as how leek (the vegetable) sounds just like leak (the dripping action), the second name doesn’t give a good visual for what is a really good meal.
Greeks like bread. No… we LOVE bread. There is literally a bread made specifically for every main holiday, and this doesn’t even cover the bread used daily and in religious ceremonies!
As handy as Google translate can be, there are times when it really kind of sucks. Like when you’re trying to read recipes in Romanian. I’m pretty sure these cookies aren’t really called raisins with raisins, because that seems kind of redundant.