kitchen solitude is pretty rare stuff, but the precedent I have set in my parents' house seems to guarantee me at least a little bit from time to time when I'm here. I probably have too much fun with it.
one of my latest baking obsessions involves cheese + crackers. in most situations I'm not a great fan of cheese--but if it's the right sort of cheese, baked neatly into buttery little crackers, then yes, mm, cheese.
which I got from dear Smitten Kitchen, is simple as anything and easy to adapt for whatever kind of cheese you like, or whatever fattening or less-fattening dairy product you happen to have in your fridge. I've made four or five different versions. most of the time I at least triple the recipe's amounts, if I have enough cheese, which I usually do. what else am I going to do with a bunch of shredded cheese?
ah, but what is the point of anything? (yeah, this is a cheap and overly-general retort. so what?) buying boxes of factory-made crackers can't have any more or less inherent meaning than making your own. these are two different choices. their costs and benefits add up differently in terms of time, money, space, calories, etc. I enjoy the whole process of mixing up cheese crackers my very own self. I love the warm crispiness of them and take some sort of pride in the custom-made-ness of them, too. that's me. you are allowed to think it's crazy.
in a more recent recipe post (this one featuring ice cream sandwiches), Perelman admits to a "longstanding affair with creating homemade versions of things you normally buy at the grocery store." and maybe I am on the same slippery slope, ankle-deep in the beginnings of the same affair. in fact, I made my own version of the ice cream sandwiches from that very post last week and there are a bunch still hanging out in our freezer. making things is so much more fun than purchasing them, usually. kitchen solitude will probably always beat grocery store crowdedness, anyway.