Experimenting with Fresh Salsa

I’ve heard it said that our taste buds change every seven years- have you heard that? Is it true?

I remember not liking tomatoes as a young child, nor tomato soup. Every time I was presented with the option to eat them and refused someone would always pipe up and tell me my taste buds would change as I got older and I would like them. Annoying at the time (‘I AM old‘) but turns out they, whomever they were, were correct.

I’ve recently had a revelation, or rather my taste buds have. Turns out, I LOVE coriander (cilantro). Not only did I not like it, but I borderline detested it up until, well, about a month ago. And then all of a sudden something magically changed.

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Pickling for Passover

Passover, for me, is a funny holiday to celebrate. It is one of the most important holidays in the Jewish calendar, and comes with a very memorable and distinct set of rituals and practices. First there is the seder; a meal/ceremony/story telling of sorts that involves a wide variety of prayers, rituals like hand washing, asking specific questions and leaning on pillows, not to mention the symbolic eating of many foods we don’t see outside of the holiday. Once the seder (and possibly second seder depending on your level of involvement) have finished there there is the keeping of specific dietary restrictions which include the avoidance many flours and grains (again for symbolic purposes) for eight days following. All of this, plus other rituals I have left out for simplicity purposes, makes Passover a holiday that one must plan out well in advance to practice. Continue reading

Warm Cross-less Buns

A few weeks ago we celebrated Easter Sunday. And a few weeks before that I sat down with Nick to make a plan for how exactly we wanted to celebrate the holiday. While Easter is of course a deeply religious holiday for some, it wasn’t for us. We still wanted to participate however, as it has become such a widely celebrated public holiday here in Britain, and therefore part of the culture, but we needed to figure out how to do so. Yeasty, warm, slightly sweet Hot Cross Buns… or Warm Cross-less Buns as was the result, and a good egg hunt at Nell’s school the week before, seemed like the perfect way to do just that. Continue reading