Now, I know I said after the naan bread fiasco that I wasn't going to cook anymore for my weekly adventures, but I honestly couldn't come up with another option, so...
I find recipes in magazines or on cooking shows, and either tear them out of the mag or print them off a website, then stash them for a rainy day.
Yesterday afternoon I went through this big stack of recipes I've tucked between my cookbooks, looking for something interesting that didn't require a trip to the store.
There are two sweets in all the world that I love most: carrot cake, and anything with lemons--lemon meringue pie, lemon tarts, lemon cake, lemon bars. When I was a kid, my mother would let us (me and the three sibs) pick what kind of birthday cake we wanted her to make. Forget cake. I always, always chose Mom's lemon meringue pie, though she used to complain the birthday candles pulled big divots out of the meringue.
In my stack of miscellaneous recipes, I found a new lemon bar recipe. It was a little fussy, required parchment paper (which usually leads to disaster in my world), but I had all the ingredients and because I so totally love a good lemon bar, I decided to try it.
It was indeed a very fussy recipe with a few steps that I would eliminate in the future, in particular that blasted parchment paper which caused more trouble than it was worth and truly served no real purpose except to make a cook feel adept and French. I didn't. I felt aggravated and annoyed when I kept having to wrestle with the damned stuff.
However, after all was said and done--fussiness aside--the bars were most excellent. The bottom crust was flaky and firm, the lemon filling tasted exactly like the best lemon pie: tart, slightly gooey, and very binge-worthy.
Oh man, just writing about it is making my mouth water. Definitely time for a nice cup of chai tea and a lovely lemon bar...a perfect treat for a Sunday afternoon.
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