I feel just so lucky to have parents who live in the country. There may have been some years during my adolescence where I was frustrated by having to live in the backwoods, but now that I live in the city their property has become a retreat to me. In fact, a few weeks ago it was the chosen location for a bachlorette party in honour of my friend Melissa! Originally we were debating a night out, or a stay in a nice hotel. But all we wanted to do was hang out (and maybe have a drink or two), so why not do that out in the country? And man, was it a total country event. The highlight was a midnight dance party in the old horse paddock (the horses have now left, otherwise I’m sure they would have been traumatized impressed by our moves).
A confession: I know basically nothing about photography. I know, I can hear your gasps of disbelief from here. “But Nicole!” you say. “What about your award-winning photographs? What about your dozens of instagram followers?” Total dumb luck, I assure you.
The one thing I do know about photography, the thing that’s been drilled into my head by every photographer friend I have, is natural light. Food (and everything else) looks much better with natural light. Now here’s the issue. My old apartment had much better windows, included a nice big one in the kitchen. As long as I wasn’t cooking at night, I could be guaranteed some pretty good natural light. Our new apartment, not so much. The kitchen doesn’t even have a window in it, so I basically rely on icky fluorescent light. Bleh. It’s enough to make a girl give up totally on the idea of food blogging.
But that’s not really my style. And even though when I’ve woken up lately it has been so dark and dreary that I actually assume that I was accidentally waking up in the middle of the night, I wanted to do some cooking. And I wanted to record what I was cooking, because these are my favourite biscuits of all time. I call them Fake Red Lobster biscuits, but Will claims that they’re better than Red Lobster biscuits. I wouldn’t know, having been a vegetarian for so long.
You know what sucks about being a member of society sometimes? Getting dragged down by all that general body crappiness that I think all women probably feel once in a while. Maybe it’s the colder weather, or the sheer amount of potatoes and cheese I’ve been eating lately, but yesterday it just all built up and lead to me having a tiny freak out about how terribly I was eating and what a bad person I am. All because my stomach is a bit pudgier than usual.
Um, what? I might be a bad person for not donating much to charity, but definitely not because I like me some carbs and cheese. And although I fully intend to start doing a bit more activity and maybe eating a few more vegetables, that can wait until next week. It’s Friday night, and I deserve to make one of my favourite eating dinner alone meals.
Proper comfort food starts with white bread. No multigrain or seeds or anything!
And that’s two kinds of cheese: old cheddar and gruyere.
French Onion Soup Grilled Cheese
(inspired by this Joy the Baker recipe, although mine is the lazier version. Come on, it’s Friday night, I don’t have the energy to be using herbs and deglazing)
- two slices Italian bread
- one onion
- 2 tbsp butter
- 1/2 cup grated cheese (whatever kind pleases you most!)
Start by melting one tablespoon of the butter in a frying pan over medium heat. Meanwhile thinly slice the onion. Add the onion to the butter and cook until golden and fragrant – about 15 minutes.
Put the onions into a bowl for now, and melt the remaining butter. Layer the cheese and onions in the bread, and cook over medium heat until both sides are brown and crispy. Eat! Preferably with potato chips and white wine while watching Netflix (lately I’ve been catching up on my Don’t Trust the B in Apt 23!).