I just spent a weekend in New Hampshire with my grandparents. They always spoil me rotten so I really wanted to treat them this time, even just a little bit. Although, let’s face it; they were still spoiling me. Cooking isn’t ever really a chore. I was choosing between a few different chicken dishes (like this one and this one), but ultimately, we all decided on Ina’s Lemon Chicken with Croutons.
Last Thursday was perhaps the most overwhelming and panic-inducing day at the office. It was our annual office potluck. I eagerly anticipate and fear the day all at once. Imagine 240 people surging forward to get to delectable, indulgent, and lovingly made dishes after waiting all morning for a feast. Hectic doesn’t begin to describe it.
Do you ever get the urge to make croissants from scratch? No? Really? That’s odd. I often get that urge, but I’m usually able to sensibly squash it. I can tell myself, “Nah, maybe just do your laundry tonight,” or, “Salad is pretty good, maybe you should just make that tonight, Tory.” But about a year after I first made croissants in my week-long French experiment (see About Me), I couldn’t deny myself any longer. It was time to make these fluffy, buttery, flaky treats again.