Basic food

How to make your own vinegar

By Catherine on Sun, 10/09/2016 - 05:28
I have a Mother of Vinegar! I’ve had it for over ten years now and it continuous to produce vinegar. I must admit though that it started out as a mistake. A Mother of vinegar is a bacterial entity developed from fermenting cellulose. It turns alcohol and oxygen into acetic acid, i.e. it produces vinegar.

Nachos, the most cleaver food

By Catherine on Mon, 11/16/2015 - 05:11
Did I mention I have one foot in Texas? The result from that; we eat plenty of TexMex food. It's probably the one type of food that's mostly on the menu in our home. I don't know if this video is entirely true, but it's a cute story and it made me laugh when I saw it, so I couldn't help but sharing it with you.

Stock or broth

By Catherine on Sun, 10/11/2015 - 13:42
Is there a difference between stock and broth? I had an old relative that was a chef and this is how I learned the difference. It’s basically the same thing, except for one major difference; broth is a seasoned version of stock. My relative used to say that; broth is nice to drink on a cold winter’s day, stock in a bowl and you call for the chef.

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Vinden ven med ett öronbedövande ljud runt huset, ett komplext och skrämmande ljud. I bakgrunden fanns ett otäckt susande som aldrig riktigt slutade. I förgrunden knakade och tjöt det i takt med att hela huset skallrade, vilket skapade ett olycksbådande dovt ljud. Vinden fick huset att kränga och vrida sig, som om det försökte skydda sig genom att röra sig i ryckiga kvidande rörelser.

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