I realized that it's been a long time since I've written about any culinary (mis)adventures. I have to say that since our return to the Land of Mega-Supermarkets my creativity and resourcefulness have diminished considerably. Yes, I'm glad I no longer live in a country with avian flu, but I also miss having a housekeeper who can run to the local market for me. Since both of us are working and have busy schedules (I have regular hours, MoBob works from 6am to noon and then has class in the evenings three times a week), the focus has been on quick and easy. Our "emergency" dinner is pizza. There's always a frozen pizza crust in the freezer, plus tomato sauce, some veggies, turkey pepperoni, and cheese. This past weekend I cooked up huge batches of white beans and black beans, now frozen in smaller portions. (I suppose "cooking" is a relative term for dumping dry beans and water in a cast-iron Dutch oven and then letting it sit on medium heat for several hours with occasional monitoring by MB.)
One casualty is homemade pancakes. We made these every Sunday in Burkina Faso. Since I go to church in the morning and MB sleeps in and then resorts to frozen waffles, pancakes courtesy of my well-worn Joy of Cooking are becoming a distant memory.
And it's been a long time since I've baked a cake.