tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44540008897834141792011-07-08T02:22:00.850-05:00This is a food blog written by Sarah, Shelly, Stacie, and Brett for friends, family, and fellow foodies. We'll offer up recipes, pass on helpful advice, and share stories.Sarah Ferstelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957728584761185782noreply@blogger.comBlogger311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-47537448365603761212010-07-25T16:09:00.000-05:002010-07-25T16:11:59.237-05:00

Hi all, We will no longer be posting here at blogger. Instead, you can find us at our new home in Wordpress http://sarahsayseat.wordpress.com/All of our old posts and your comments are there as well.Make sure to add us to your readers and look out for new posts.

Sarah Ferstelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957728584761185782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-43129070418920267442010-07-21T11:21:00.003-05:002010-07-21T11:25:46.950-05:00

Once there was a blog. . . it was a happy blog. . . with many people posting their favorite recipes on it.   And, then, one day, everyone disappeared.  Ha ha ha ha. . . Okay, so, here goes nothing. . . I made it back into the kitchen this week, after an 8 hour day at work, to whip up a batch of pepper jelly.  I have been on this preserving kick lately - which must have something to do with

Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00859394511653056378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-36976477930749002452010-07-07T15:31:00.006-05:002010-07-21T11:26:47.396-05:00

The lack of activity on this blog, in no way, coincides with a lack of activity in my kitchen. Seeing as how we all have to eat, I imagine that it's the same for all of you. . . unless everyone in the world has suddenly converted to fast food junkies, which, knowing all of you, seems highly doubtful. Often, I am too lazy to dig out my camera, or things get too messy to even imagine taking a photo

Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00859394511653056378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-78757484393547556602010-06-25T15:04:00.008-05:002010-06-25T15:35:35.263-05:00

So, I've always thought that one has the right to be lazy on one's own birthday. . . However, I am realistic enough to realize that there is only one way for me to get a non-bakery cake on my birthday, and that is to make it myself. After a long internal struggle (which didn't last more than a few seconds), I came to the ultimate solution. . . a sort of punch bowl cake - without the punch bowl.

Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00859394511653056378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-55471293738881991642010-06-17T19:11:00.004-05:002010-06-17T19:23:17.215-05:00

I don't have a picture of food. . . don't have a recipe. . . but I do have a link to the most awesome of awesome blogs that boast both. This really is the neatest idea that I've seen lately. http://www.theydrawandcook.comIn other news, I've tried the Cooks Illustrated Strawberry Ice Box Pie, and it was beyond amazing. I brought it to the annual family reunion, and it was soup by the time that

Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00859394511653056378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-53685521404669219522010-04-12T11:27:00.021-05:002010-04-13T13:19:07.511-05:00

This past weekend was a weekend of double takes. First, I made chocolate cupcakes for the 29th birthday of this blog's founder and eponymous star, Sarah... I followed up Act 1 with an encore of decadent chocolate on chocolate cake for my Bible study. I know, I'm not really exercising my range here. But I don't really care, it's chocolate.This double duty was matched by the fact that I had Pad

Stacie the Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17325813939192138769noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-23836515547812765142010-03-22T07:29:00.024-05:002010-04-13T13:23:08.416-05:00

So, for my second post, I promised myself I would do something a little more challenging than my pitiful caramel corn recipe. So, I ventured into the slightly intimidating realm of layered cakes.... On the cover of the most recent issue of The Best of America's Test Kitchen (2010), there is a glorious vision of chocolatey decadence one wouldn't think is humanly possible.... A flourless chocolate

Stacie the Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17325813939192138769noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-70081161558900888302010-03-17T14:07:00.003-05:002010-03-17T14:30:54.016-05:00

Okay. . . I'll admit it. I don't cook as much as I should or would like to. . . but right now, at this exact moment, I actually have an excuse. My new kitchen is an absolute wreck (see image at left). This photo is actually from moving day one. I can not tell you how much more disastrous it looks at this point, after a week or so of moving things in and trying to find a happy home for

Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00859394511653056378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-55379114293722229002010-02-07T11:13:00.005-06:002010-02-07T12:19:44.848-06:00

When I was studying abroad, I remember my Italian flatmate's total confusion when I brought sweet potatoes home. My Chinese flatmate, on the other hand, was as excited as I was to have them. We threw them in the oven and then ate them with a spoon right out of the skins. Simple, delicious, and very nutritious. Down here in Louisiana, and probably in other parts of the south, you can often

Sarah Ferstelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957728584761185782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-86083949443594128722010-01-06T16:17:00.006-06:002010-01-06T17:03:13.080-06:00

Happy New Years, everyone!I'll post all about my holiday food adventures in separate posts after this one, but I want to use this entry to brag about my presents. Yes, I realize it's in poor taste and my mother always pooh-poohs materialistic bragging, but too bad, Mama! I'm an adult now which means I can eat dessert before dinner (one of my consistent childhood plans for adulthood), and I can

Sarah Ferstelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957728584761185782noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-41305029263415509902009-12-18T10:40:00.018-06:002009-12-18T11:45:00.661-06:00

Hello world!It is with great joy and honor that I present to you my very first post on Sarah, Shelly and Brett's illustrious cooking blog. I enter this format with much trepidation, so please do not pulverize me in the comments section (or I'm afraid my ego will never let me come back). However, needless to say, I'm pleased to bring you a scrumptuous, little recipe for caramel corn!To be totally

Stacie the Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17325813939192138769noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-85706730625101016252009-12-17T17:58:00.004-06:002009-12-17T18:17:56.430-06:00

Okay. . . maybe I'm the only one here, but I'm sort of wishing that I had some of the recipes from last weekend's party. . . so if you're reading this, you should post your party food recipe. In the meantime, here is the recipe for the dish that I brought. I'm too lazy to get up and retrieve the recipe for the Chocolate Pecan Pie, but if somebody wants it, let me know, and I'll go dig it out.

Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00859394511653056378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-49423050817846237452009-11-28T21:08:00.008-06:002009-11-28T21:37:28.577-06:00

If I've never mentioned it, the best recipes are never my own. Again, this one comes from my Mom-mom. It's one that she's cooked for years, and, for some reason, she thinks that Jared's the only one who likes them. . . So, she makes extra for him (spoiled brat) but not for the rest of us. So, this year, I decided to make a batch for myself. I'm sure that I'll bring most of them to the Cookie Swap

Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00859394511653056378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-4801381476869341212009-11-15T16:03:00.004-06:002009-11-15T17:23:47.987-06:00

One beautiful fall day not too long ago, my ENT suggested that I have my tonsils out. Trusting his knowledge and theoretically sage advice, I decided to do so. I warn you now. . . do not EVER trust a medical professional who wants to rip your tonsils from your body. This hurts very very very much. After two weeks of not being able to eat and actually enduring stomach cramps due to impending

Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00859394511653056378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-41408284290219311572009-11-10T12:07:00.019-06:002009-11-11T23:01:56.814-06:00

Ciao, ragazzi!As promised, I managed to wrangle someone (thanks, Ilya!) into taking pictures of me while I made homemade pasta. I was going to write a little something about the history of pasta, but it turns out that everyone's version of this history depends on how you define "pasta" and whether you are Italia-centric or not. There are a variety of ways to make homemade pasta, but I'm going to

Sarah Ferstelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957728584761185782noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-77257418476887592322009-10-31T20:13:00.004-05:002009-10-31T20:44:35.909-05:00

So October in dental school can suck, a lot, so my practice leader decided that we needed a practice pot luck, and since it was going to be the day before Halloween, she thought that we should all bring some ghoulish dishes. I signed up for "deviled mice" and while searching for ways to improve it, I also found another cute idea for "eye of newt". Of course I had to make some changes, and I was

Brett Chiquethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00178969081690275769noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-60677981469472483832009-10-28T12:10:00.008-05:002009-10-28T14:15:32.339-05:00

Oh, dearest readers!I'm so sorry for the long delay between posts. Hopefully, your lives have been filled with other frivolities and you have not been made desperate by the dearth of posts on this blog./apologies and beseeching for forgivenessHere's what I've been up to while away from the blog.1) For Kate and Dimitri's wedding, I baked about 120 cupcakes (see picture at left). All my practice

Sarah Ferstelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957728584761185782noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-58375641882107031092009-09-24T09:03:00.003-05:002009-09-24T09:35:32.598-05:00

When Sarah came to visit this past weekend, we were talking about food (of course), and it came up that we had both made quiche last week. I wonder if the beginning of Autumn triggers some subversive quiche cravings in the modern mind. Regardless, I promised to post something about the wonderful conjoining of pie crust, egg and cheese. A week later, after a diagnosis of possible mono, I'm finally

Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00859394511653056378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-41819612260241379242009-09-15T08:13:00.016-05:002009-09-15T11:02:17.284-05:00

Tabbouleh here I come!About a year ago, I moved into a very cute apartment in a very cute part of town. I live on the second floor of a small apartment building (12 units in all) set around a pretty courtyard with a garden. My landlord tends to the garden in the courtyard and it's filled with beautiful flowers and plants, many of which I've never seen before. I guess all that flora got to me

Sarah Ferstelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957728584761185782noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-56153971343654516202009-09-09T14:17:00.009-05:002009-09-11T09:53:22.750-05:00

In the two weeks since my last blog, I've been a busy little baker bee as I continue testing out cupcake recipes to be used at my friend's wedding. Not only did I try out a second recipe for the lemon cupcakes, but I also managed to create some very ugly swamp cupcakes, and I made some beautiful Devil's food cupcakes with blue cream cheese icing. My coworkers have been very grateful and eager

Sarah Ferstelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957728584761185782noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-82524666634577894762009-08-25T08:01:00.010-05:002009-08-25T10:30:25.265-05:00

As some of you know, I have been asked by my dear friend, Kate, to make cupcakes for her wedding in October. These cupcakes (Lemon, Devil's food, and Blue velvet) will be a cheaper, cuter, and yummier substitute for a traditional wedding cake. Serving cupcakes at weddings is a fairly popular trend now, and we are whole-heartily jumping on the band wagon. Considering that wedding cakes are

Sarah Ferstelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957728584761185782noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-17360278874763830892009-08-19T19:40:00.003-05:002009-08-22T11:25:06.421-05:00

So, I'm going to cheat and not include a recipe here at all. If you're so inclined to cook this mystery dish, you can haul out your copy (or check one out at your local public library where there are tons of librarians just WAITING to help you) of Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking Volume One. . . then turn to page 407. There, on that very page, you will find. . . are you ready

Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00859394511653056378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-16678962749624605732009-08-10T06:30:00.004-05:002009-08-22T11:25:41.700-05:00

Living in Houston, there’s a great variety of different cultural eateries on every corner. We live almost across the street from this AMAZING dumpling place (http://www.b4-u-eat.com/houston/restaurants/%20reviews/rsv0646.asp), and their dumplings and green onion pancakes are to die for! Normally I wouldn’t even bother attempt to make my own when I can walk across the street, but a co-worker of

Brett Chiquethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00178969081690275769noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-1677664864219406092009-08-09T19:34:00.006-05:002009-08-09T20:43:01.308-05:00

Bebe and me, 1983On July 27th, my grandfather, "Pop-pop", called to let us know that my grandmother, Shirley 'Bebe' Hutt had passed away. Bebe is the pepper to Pop-pop's salt, and I don't think any of us were quite ready for her to go. I won't dwell on the details of her death or my family's grief. Instead, I'd like to use this space to reminisce about the food that I ate at my grandparents'

Sarah Ferstelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957728584761185782noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-22008686872659411082009-08-09T08:32:00.004-05:002009-08-09T20:44:30.155-05:00

When it comes down to it, you can group recipes into a very few amount of categories. There are the recipes that you keep telling yourself that you're going to try. There are recipes that you look at and think that you would never take the time to make or would never want to eat. There are the recipes that you've tried once or twice and remember fondly. . . and there are the recipes that you

Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00859394511653056378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-6902916613264977642009-07-25T11:45:00.004-05:002009-07-25T12:14:42.645-05:00

Stacie and I, NYE 2007Well, the collection of contributors to this blog is clearly incomplete without my dear friend Stacie who is one of my favorite baketresses. Stacie makes awesome cupcakes, cookies, Oreo truffle thingies, and, well, non-desserts as well. This past week she invited me over for turkey burgers with Gruyere cheese, sweet potato fries, and a tomato salad that was simple and

Sarah Ferstelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957728584761185782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-55827658111291485952009-07-15T20:10:00.003-05:002009-08-09T20:45:14.071-05:00

Any good food blog should begin with a favorite recipe from your grandmother!Of course, this wasn't my original intention. Originally, I was going to go on about the time that Sarah and I made pain au chocolat and filled up an entire 1000+ square foot apartment with smoke just because we used the wrong pan.*Here's a helpful hint. . . be sure to use the right dish for the job. It could make the

Shellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00859394511653056378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-47932326648293185032009-07-09T20:01:00.007-05:002009-07-10T08:59:04.547-05:00

Bossy Italian flatmates who taught me about basil and tanning.In order to complete my food blog trifecta (and so begin world domination!), I have invited my friend, Shelly, to join our little corner of the culinary universe. Shelly, who is not in that picture above, is another dear friend from college and she is a fantastic cook. She is also a patient friend as evidenced by our numerous

Sarah Ferstelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957728584761185782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-57242531524024589702009-07-08T12:23:00.011-05:002009-07-08T14:23:20.622-05:00

Oh, dear readers!Today, I welcome my buddy and former roomie, Brett Chiquet, as a contributor to this glorious blog. Brett and I met in college and briefly shared a small bungalow (that's Natchitoches speak for hovel). The house was truly ridiculous. First, the refrigerator it came with didn't really work. So, we had the landlord remove it, and we replaced it with our 2 dorm fridges. Really,

Sarah Ferstelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957728584761185782noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-45863434998300537192009-07-06T08:05:00.012-05:002009-08-09T20:46:11.929-05:00

This past Independence day, I celebrated my freedom by eating hot dogs and various grilled meats with my compatriots. Amongst the smorgasbord of meat, there was a dessert or two and I may have had one or two helpings of each. In particular, I was impressed with my pal Rebecca's holiday themed trifle (see picture above). The recipe for her delicious and adorable trifle is below, but, first,

Sarah Ferstelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08957728584761185782noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4454000889783414179.post-44377775307878146812009-07-05T14:12:00.000-05:002009-07-05T14:40:06.767-05:00

Before I begin revelling in my past and current food adventures, I should admit that I was one of those awful picky eaters as a child. According to my step-mom, who I actually like (!), I only ate spaghetti, raw veggies, and bread. Anything beyond carbs or carrots would inevitably sit on my plate as I tried to stare it out of existence. My poor mother once tried to force me to eat eggplant

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