The story of the Leeks, Rice, Peas and ham jumble and an Egg to boost

See that picture above, that is what you get when your body craves something and you raid your refrigerator and get a “healthy” talk from your boyfiend.

This past weekend I was all set to bake the last cake for my Heavenly Cake Baker club.  Instead I ended up in bed for 4 days, going mano-a-mano with a nasty cold.

Today, I decided to stay home instead of spreading the joy around work, because karma will eventually beat me up and those germs will travel around the place and end up back in my system.

So I played nice.

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GCC: Menu 18 - Chicken Croquettes

The Gutsy Cook menu this week included a favorite of mine: Chicken croquettes or as they are called in Spain “Croquetas de pollo”.  Because, while most of Latin American has their own version of this dish.  The Spaniards version is the core of all the what-to-be croquetas.

These little dreamy morsels are eaten all over the country.  They are served in chic wine bar, in Tabernas, expensive restaurants, in cheap dives and they are all mouth-watering good.

I mean, how – unless you’re a poultry-hater — can you not fall for something that’s crisp outside, creamily inside and you can eat with your fingers?

I totally love them.

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Popovers

The year that I meet Tom, we travelled to Bar Harbor, Maine for the first time to meet his extended family.  The WHOLE family, as in there were over twenty people plus expected, we had a agenda of activities sent to us before the trip.  

Sadly the occasion was not a joyous one.  See, a week after I meet Tom, his father past away. It was not a surprise passing, his father had been sick for a while and it was his time to go, everyone had made peace and they were simply getting together to celebrate his life and to scater his ashes on top of Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park as per his request.  I wrote about this trip here and here.

The trip for me was a chance to travel within the US.  I have to come clean, having lived in the US for more than twenty years and I’m clueless about the country in general.  I’m a snob traveler and most of my trips involved the use of a passport, so I don’t know my adopted country that well - there I said it *hung head low*

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