This has been a really busy Back-to-School prep week and, as a result, my recipe explorations have been placed on the back burner.  I’m looking forward to getting things back on track soon.   Until then…..

Enjoy the Weekend!!!

I’ve heard about beignets for years and have always wanted to try them but have never had the opportunity.  Some time ago, The Travel Channel featured Louisiana’s Cafe Du Monde and their famous beignets.  I decided that the cafe would definitely be one of the places I would visit  if I ever had the opportunity to travel to Louisiana.  Since that hasn’t happened yet, I figured I could try the next best thing…their own beignet mix.

The Cafe Du Monde mix makes preparation fairly simple.  Just add the required amount of water and stir, roll the dough on a floured surface, cut the dough into squares, then deep fry.  After frying a couple pieces of dough that remained flat, I learned that oil temperature is really important if you want the dough to rise.  It HAS to be hot enough. 

Steeler Fan, Mr. B and Miss A all agreed that the Beignets were really good.  I don’t think it hurt that these golden puffs were served with a generous sprinkling of powdered sugar.    Cafe Du Monde also serves cafe au lait with their beignets.  I may do the same the next time I make them.

Happy Monday!

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The family and I are trying something new every week so check in each Monday to see what we’re cooking up!

There are mornings when I don’t have to think about what I want for breakfast.  Instead a craving for something comforting consumes me and I ultimately give in  to it.  I was introduced to fried eggs years ago and now have a preference to it.  Yes, I like fried eggs better than boiled, scrambled, as omelets or any other variety.  One of the keys to getting it just right for me is my cast iron skillet.

 I start by melting a small amount of butter in the skillet, then pouring in one cracked egg with a light sprinkling of salt and black pepper.

Now things get personal when it comes to cook time.  I’m one of those people who unapologetically prefers a little browning on my fried eggs.  That’s how I like it.  So I watch my egg as it sizzles in the skillet and when it reaches the “right amount of toastiness”, I flip it onto my plate and breakfast is almost done.

Hmmm….what’s missing here?

Ahhhh…toasted wheat bread with grape jam.  Oh I’m so ready now.  Now, one more thing.

Hot coffee in my favorite cup.  Now my Friday morning is perfect.

Thanks for stopping by, enjoy your Friday and have a fantastic weekend!!

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I’m participating in the Foodie Friday potluck party hosted weekly at Designs by Gollum.  Join the fun!

As much as we possibly can, Miss A, Mr. B and I have decided to try something we’ve never had each week.  On a recent trip to the Dekalb Farmer’s Market, we were stopped in our tracks by the vibrant color of this Dragon Fruit.  We each enjoy various types of fruit but I sometimes wonder why we pass by the ones we don’t know.

After marveling over the fruit and it’s tasty potential, we decided to give it a try.  After we returned home, we looked up the fruit on the internet and found an interesting article on it’s origins, taste and health benefits here.  I learned that the inside of the fruit could be either red or white, each with little black seeds.  Mr. B was certain ours would be red inside.  I thought it would be white….

Removing the flesh of the fruit was really easy.  I just inserted a spoon between the flesh and the skin and continued to move the spoon around the edge of it until it easily lifted up out of the skin.

This hot pink color is amazing.

After cubing the fruit, it can be returned to the skin and then enjoyed.  Mr. B, Miss A and I were divided in our interpretation of it’s flavor.  I thought it was refreshing, with hints of pear, kiwi and jicama.  The boy and the girl thought it tasted like ice.  Ice.  Like the kind that’s left in your glass after you drink a soda.  And they were serious.  Poor things…they need to get out more.  Now I know why we pass by the ones we don’t know.

Well, we’re doing this again and hopefully they won’t have the taste of soda or ice on the brain.

Happy Monday!!