tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626019258010032372012-02-16T09:27:37.350ZAn American Anthropologist Living and Cooking in LondonAdriennehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14634242042059451732noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262601925801003237.post-30532157696150040282010-10-31T17:59:00.000Z2010-10-31T17:59:08.766Z

Randolph the Pumpkin and Steve the Ghost would like to wish everyone a very happy Halloween!  (As would Nick and I of course) xxx 

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Halloween- one of my favourite holidays, and one that I feel is severely underrepresented here in the UK.  So much so that when I brought in a bag of 'candy corn' to work (albeit not necessarily the crème brulee of sweeties, but certainly one I love and get an undeniable hankering for around this time of year) sent to me by some lovely friends stateside,  everyone looked at the bag with

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Yoghurt or yogurt, however you choose to spell it I had a ton of it in my fridge!  Some of you may have already seen this picture I posted on Facebook. Since stepping into the blogging world I have joined a couple of networks/communities, an anthropologists dream to analyse in and of themselves!

  One of the interactions bloggers can have with each other is product sampling, when a

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That is what this food feels like for me.  It's cozy and warm and reminds me of home during my favorite time of year when apples and butternut squash are at their best, and you can justify sprinkling cinnamon and nutmeg on anything.... This Sweet Vegetable Casserole I made this morning is what my mother originally started making during Passover- a holiday filled with strong memories of my

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This time of the year is my absolute favorite!  The days still have lingering sunshine and pleasant temperatures, but a cooler crisper air now allows for the comfort of fuzzy cardigans, favorite jeans and the excuse to eat big bowls of soup and buy cute new autumn boots.  I absolutely love the first hints of autumn colors- even if they are just in clothing stores.  Autumn colors and trends

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As an American anthropologist living abroad in London I have been on the never-ending quest to identify and define distinct elements of British culture. Though I have lived in London now for four years, and have adjusted very well by now to both the London and the British way of life, I am always reminded of the changes whenever I return to the states to visit, or receive a visit from

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Where has the summer gone?  As I sit here at my desk, window open and consequently sweatshirt on, I am nothing short of impressed that the summer has disappeared so quickly and it will soon be September once again.  Not that summer wasn't good to me.  I discovered a few new cool markets I had never visited before, spent some lovely Saturday afternoons in the park with a book and my husband, went

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 It has been WAY too long since I've been back here.... so many discoveries have happened since; Rick Bayless's chilli (twice- once with turkey mince and once with pork mince) and kohlrabi (a bulbous looking vegetable I had never seen, eaten, nor used before but now love) and quite a lot in between.  I don't have a lot of 'anthropology of...' for either one of these meals that was made, but

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So I'm about a week late, but I was just too busy celebrating my independence from the Queen and rebuking her tea tax by um, well making iced tea and taking walks in her parks.... it's a proper summer in London, what's a girl to do? Make apple pie!  Because what is more American than apple pie right?  Actually, I have something to tell you.  I kind of feel like I'm about to tell you Santa

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So I've put in the time and done my research on my delicious Rhubarb and ginger coffee cake from last week, and what never fails to surprise me is the amount of controversy that is wrapped up in the history of food!  First there was the English cake/biscuit court case I discovered, and now an official call made by Pope Clement VIII on whether or not coffee was the beverage choice of Satan!  Let

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So I'm cheating.  Rather than not do my homework on the history of coffee cake; the delicious treat I cooked up this weekend for a quick trip to the in-laws, I thought I would give you a preview to wet your tastebuds with a photo of the rhubarb and ginger goodness and promise a thorough report including history, sights, smells, tastes and reactions to follow. Are you salivating yet?  I am!  I

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So after a long week of salivating each time I walked past my pickling jar, stopping myself from doing what I did with most of the savings bonds I've ever been given (cashing it in early), I let my four green pickles sit in their brine day after day until I believed they had reached their highest possible worth of deliciousness.  While they were pickling they made for good company for our fish

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 Pickles... possibly one of the biggest things, food wise of course, that I crave from life in the US, and more specifically life in Cleveland.  Now I'm not talking about your standard 'gherkin', the most widely represented cucumber pickle that you can find in Great Britain.  I'm not talking about your bread and butter pickle either, although those too are nice at times.  I am speaking directly

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Things I would do with my mother more if we were living in the same city; -Get our nails done more often than twice a year together -Go to the movies and see girly things our husbands couldn't be dragged to with bowls of popcorn -Hang out in our pj's and linger over coffee in the morning -Spout off ideas for dream jobs, dream vacations, dream homes etc. -Take turns giving each other cooking

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Oh the controversy which surrounds the word 'biscuit'.  'Controversy?' you may question.  Yes, controversy- between the British and the Americans (as our household represents) and what the word biscuit actually represents.  Depending on which culture you are referencing or surrounded by, when asking for a 'biscuit' you might be brought one of two things; a sweet and crunchy accompaniment to your

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Perhaps I wanted to do too much.  This is often my problem in general, not just in the kitchen.  An editing eye is something that one develops over time- and just because I have mastered the skill in one area, does not mean I have in another.  I think I wanted this week's post to do too much... let me start at the beginning.   So my thoughts in general about this blog are to keep my recipes and

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My appreciation for Mexican, and Mexican-inspired cooking began originally with my father, who was raised in Texas, brought up nursing bbq ribs and queso covered nachos, the way most babies nurse bottles. My mother, never one to voluntarily reach for the spice, began to coax her tastebuds to adjust and accept the lovingly labled "kick", that so infamously comes with most if not all Texan dishes.

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I've spent on and off nearly the past five years trying to extract, put down in written form, and make all of the foods from my Grandma Helma's cooking repertoire- ranging from all of her delicious soups she used to make us come winter time (cabbage soup saw me through many a nasty Cleveland winter), to her desserts, and perhaps most importantly her traditional holiday food.Being brought up in a

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So I'm not starting a food blog because everyone else is doing it (even though they are) I am starting one because of the following; 1. How much time I spend reading other peoples (mostly about food)2. Because I have been trying for years to get my thoughts and my family's food background down on paper in a public readable form3. Because I have a wonderful husband who has not only offered to

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