It was another day of being home yesterday and again it was because of the weather. It was freezing rain in the morning during commute time so everything was cancelled, every school, church event, evening activity. Driving on snow is one thing, driving on ice is just stupid. After the adventure PH and I had on the ice Tuesday, we were not in a hurry to go out. Eventually, but not yet.
SO I decided to attempt for the third time, an old world recipe that was given to me by Friend Aina.
I think sometimes when we share recipes that are family heirlooms the one ingredient we can't share is the generational knowledge that is just part of the process. Aina watched her mother make these for years and years and was watched as she learned how to make them herself. There's something in that process that can't be passed on through a shared written recipe. Aina couldn't figure out what I was doing wrong and neither could I as we went over the recipe and how I handled it step by step. But then, I didn't have her mother's touch.
I tried her mother's recipe twice and I failured both times. I use only the best, expensive bacon. No grocery store bacon in this
house. I was upset that the good bacon was trapped inside a failed bun
so I opened them all up, scraped out the bacon and made a quiche!