Going full Italian today!

My daughter-in-law Angela has pretty well mastered sourdough bread making. (Or so I’ve heard.) I keep hearing how good it is, but I haven’t even gotten a sample yet, so I have a starter going and I’ll be giving it a whirl shortly. But while sourdough bread is still a questionable adventure, what I do have nailed down is making foccacia.

Now, my Noni made a similar version she called figasa, which were little log shaped pieces of dough fried in olive oil and sprinkled with salt. They were more fantastic than you can imagine, and I haven’t been able to make them nearly as good as she could. But since I can make awesome foccacia, which is the more commonly known Italian bread, I’ll pass it along. Just in case Angela gets tired of making sourdough and wants to go Italian.

 

Chicken Cordon Bleu (sort of)

So I heard my daughter-in-law doesn’t like chicken cordon bleu. Hmmm….. She likes chicken. She likes ham. She likes swiss cheese. So what’s not to like? She’s pretty tough, and I’m taking my life in my hands here, but I decided to screw up my courage and give it a whirl.

I think I got it past her. She seemed to like it. Probably because my version is more Okie, less Julia Child. Pretty sure most anyone would like this. One of these babies, some pilaf, maybe some broccoli just to pretend you’re eating healthy…and you have a real oinkfest. Because there’s gravy. And who doesn’t like gravy? Maybe we should just be real and call it chicken roll smothered in gravy instead of Chicken Cordon Bleu?