Yesterday was technically my Friday off, which is of course why I ended up working anyway, except while sitting in my sweats at the dining room table. Ah well. I suppose I could be upset about it except that I really do like the project that’s been sucking up so much of my time, and also if one is working from home in sweats, one can also zip into the kitchen from time to time and whip up some cookies.
For the last few years I’ve made a huge batch of gingerbread men for the annual cookie swap, but this year I pondered the fact that the Meyer lemon tree in the backyard is once again determined to blow us away with the sheer volume of fruit (for a tree that is barely four feet tall, it is disturbingly prolific), and so instead I made Almendrados, because hello recipe that calls for 4 teaspoons of lemon zest per batch! As an aside, grinding almonds in the food processor is really, really loud and the cats do *not* approve.
Of course the downside to requiring a vast amount of lemon zest is that then one is left with a lot of naked lemons lying about on one’s kitchen counter, and so this morning I decided to ask Google what to do about it. Google obligingly provided a recipe for Lemon Pancakes, although it also required lemon zest which meant that I *still* have naked lemons on the kitchen counter (but fewer than before, so hooray for that).
I am…ambivalent about the recipe. They were okay, but I prefer a thicker, more cake-like pancake and these were a thinner, floppier sort of affair. So this one isn’t going into my ‘to keep’ pile, but hey, if you are the thin, floppy sort of pancake lover, I can highly recommend it.
In the meantime, all this cookie baking and pancake making means I have now made it through roughly 1/100th of the lemons on the damn tree. Okay. Perhaps I exaggerate. Maybe it’s really closer to 1/99th.
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Today’s amusement is the 2015 Hater’s Guide to the Williams-Sonoma Catalog. For some reason I was not aware of this annual tradition until now. How could I live with myself if any of you readers were also similarly unspoiled? #BARKYEAH.
‘Tis the season for Holidailies.
Um, I’m not sure I would ever admit to be a thin, floppy sort of pancake lover. It just sounds… wrong. It also will probably lead the wrong people to find your blog during Google searches, but they might already be there due to the “naked lemons”…
Anyhow, my cats have gotten over the almonds in the food processor scare. Now I am required to dance in order to keep them off the counters when I am cooking. My dancing is still a powerful fright.
I have never (yet) had to dance at my cats. Hmm. I wonder if this might work to keep Sherman from charging at the front door….
If you call a ‘thin, floppy sort of pancake’ a ‘crepe’ it becomes tone-y and trendy. Just saying. (Shh. I know they probably weren’t REALLY crepes. I won’t tell anyone.)
I miss having a lemon tree.
Happy Holidailies.