Tonight on the way home from work, my dearest and I were discussing what to have for dinner and plans for the evening. The lawn needed to be mowed and a few chores around the house were calling out. Plus, the poor little hummingbirds were in need of some fresh nectar. That ever dreaded question of "what's for dinner" loomed on the evening's horizon. Lunch consisted of leftovers that were leftover from last night's refrigerator leftover clean out free for all meal. Fortunately, I keep the freezer stocked with meal-sized portions of a number of our favorites and knew there was a package of pulled pork.
While Wes set about tackling the yard, I retrieved the pulled pork and made the decision that tonight was the night to make homemade hamburger buns. I have made a terrible mistake. Never again will I be satisfied with store bought, chemical laden buns. Two things learned were: 1) they are ridiculously easy to make and 2) you really should remember to get the measuring spoon out of the mixer before you turn it on--that's all you need to know about that.
The recipe for tonight's first experiment was 40-Minute Hamburger Buns, but don't let the name fool you, it doesn't really take 40 minutes. Active prep time was only about 10 minutes. The lack of rise time was surprising to me, but the results don't lie.
SHHHHH, it's resting...
This past Saturday, I picked up some rhubarb at the Farmer's Market. Never tasted it (to my knowledge) and certainly never cooked with it. Talking to my Dad last night, he was reminiscing about the rhubarb patch my Great Grandmother had and how, as a little boy, he was allowed to pick it and sell it around town. His voice was full of excitement telling of how wonderful the pies were that she would make with it. After some searching through my favorite, trusty cookbooks with no success, I ventured into the webby world and found a promising recipe for Strawberry Rhubarb Pie. The only adjustment made to this recipe was to use my Granny's pie crust recipe.
I don't normally use a trifle bowl as a mixing bowl, but desperate times (every other mixing bowl was in use) call for desperate measures.
Only one thing left to say: YUM!