This Here is What I Like to Call “Past the Point of No Return”

Somehow “what do you think about painting the cabinets and walls and maybe putting down some new linoleum?” has turned into this.

It was just going to be a quick, cheap facelift. Emphasis on cheap.

Because really, who has money to spend on a kitchen renovation? Definitely not me.

It turns out that you can look at the world’s ugliest kitchen for six years and tell yourself “as soon as we get such and such paid off we’ll do the kitchen” until suddenly you can’t anymore and you’re willing to light up your Discover card to make it go away.

True story.

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Garden Bounty

Our garden didn’t do very well last year, but we still harvested a bounty from it.  I love that we can grow cantaloupes here because I love them almost as much as ice cream.

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Bountylicious

fall bountyWe had an early freeze at my house, which meant scrambling to save what we could and put the garden to bed for the winter. We brought all of this in at once so that it didn’t get frozen.  Talk about bountiful harvests!

This year was a big learning year for the garden.  Mostly we learned a lot of what not to do!  I’m already planning next year’s garden, and hopefully it will be even better than this one.

I know one thing that I will definitely be planting again – cantaloupes!  Just look at those babies!

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Restaurant Wars

Surgery made me lazy.  Ok, laziER.

I haven’t cooked dinner more than once a week in I don’t know how long.  The amount of money we’ve spent on take-out and eating out could have purchased a new air conditioner so we wouldn’t have to suffer through another heatwave like we had earlier this summer.

The amount of food that we’ve wasted because I bought the groceries intending to make the dinners that it turned out I was too lazy to make for real is disgusting.  Mostly it’s produce that has been wasted because I have not one but two refrigerators with freezers and another stand alone freezer.  Wanna know the problem with too many freezers?  It is also possible to waste frozen food.  Freezer burn claimed a lot of stuff in my freezer too.

I needed a plan.  A cold-turkey kick the habit nip it in the bud program to stop the insanity.

So this week?  There will be no eating out.  At all.  Breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

I know, that doesn’t sound hard for most people.  I realize that most people don’t let themselves get to this degree of lazy, but I always said I was speshul.   You just didn’t know how speshul.

Ok, so really this plan is actually going to be in effect for longer than a week, I just didn’t tell anyone else that so let’s keep that little tidbit to ourselves, mmkay?

In preparation for this turning over of a new leaf I went grocery shopping today, the kind of grocery shopping that requires an advanced clean-out of the fridge, which I did the night before.  Because what makes sense after wasting a colossal amount of food more than going out to buy more, right?  That was my thinking, exactly.

I got up early this morning.  It was only 8:00-ish.  On a Saturday.  Really I deserve a medal just for that because come on.  Who get’s up before 9:00 on Saturday?

Only the truly dedicated, that’s who.

I went to Winco.  That’s right – this was the real deal.  The bag-it-yourself, get shoved out of the way of the lady wanting potatoes, small children with grubby paws in the bulk bins kind of shopping.  It’s not pretty, but it’s effective.

I had my list and I filled that cart.  I mean I filled it.  In my defense, about a quarter of the cart was taken up by my stacks of reusable bags because I?  Am a friend to the environment, yo.  Still, I’m a pro.  I’m such a pro that I had those groceries bagged and tagged in under 10 minutes.  I may be lazy but I got skillz.

On the way home I stopped at another store for the items that I couldn’t get at the Winco.  One of the things I found on sale at this store was chicken bewbs.  For $.77 a pound.  SCORE!  But they were on the bone.  And I’m lazy, remember?  Since I was turning over a new leaf and all I bought two packages, which I schlepped home with the rest of my loot.

It took me 45 minutes just to unpack and put away most of it.  I had to re-arrange the pantry to get the rest crammed in, and there may have been a pair of pliers involved.  I was on such good behavior, partially fueled by the amount of freezer burned food in my trash, that I re-packaged all of the meat I bought so it wouldn’t happen again.  Marked with dates even!

Then I broke out the knives.  I actually took the time to bone and skin around 20 chicken breasts, and I only stabbed myself once.  I packaged those into meal-sized bundles and put them in the freezer.

But wait!  Because waste is my new enemy I tossed all of the bones in the bottom of my stock pot, threw in carrots, celery, onion, water, and a bouquet garni and I made stock from scratch.

Where’s that freaking medal?

My house smelled like yummy goodness all afternoon.  My reward for all of my hard work was that I used some of the stock to make risotto for dinner and it tripped the cheesy fantastic.

It was a grand way to start off the week of no restaurants.  We will see if I keep skipping along with resolve or if I cave to the lure of the easy button.

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Chocolate and Peanut Butter. ‘Nuff said.

There are some things in this world that seem to be created by the angels and this pie is one of those things.  It came straight out of heaven itself.

recipe

I found this recipe on The Pioneer Woman‘s website.  If you didn’t go check her out when I told you to go there now.  Well, after you’re done reading this.  She knows things and she will teach them to you. Go.

ingredients

Start by assembling the lineup.  If you look closely you can see that I added an extra that wasn’t in the originial.  I usually don’t mess with a good thing, but this time I had a very good reason.

cookiesThrow twenty five of these chocolately buggers into the food processor and grind them up into crumbs.  Eat three cookies of your own.  You’re working hard and need to keep up your strength.

crushedMmmm….chocolatey crumbs.  Mix these with the melted butter and stir until they’re nice and combined.

crustPress the cookie mixture into the bottom and up the sides of your pie plate.  Bake it for about 5 minutes and then let it cool completely.  I’m not a very patient person so I chucked mine into the freezer for 10 minutes or so.

pb and cream cheeseMix the peanut butter and cream cheese together with your mixer.

mixedAdd the powdered sugar and mix again.  Now stick your finger in there and taste it.  So good, right?  You have no idea.  I had a friend in Virginia, who was originally from Ohio, and she would mix peanut butter and powdered sugar together, roll it into balls, and then coat the balls with melted chocolate.  She called them Buckeyes and they were the shiznit.   Melt in your mouth peanut butter crack.  You couldn’t eat just one.  This filling reminded me of that, only with the added tang of cream cheese.

cool whipNow add the cool whip and mix the whole thing again.

fillingStick your finger in there again, just for quality control.  Did your eyes roll back in your head?  Yep…then it’s just right.

bubbie on the dockLook around for someone to help you lick the beaters.  Couldn’t find anyone?  Me either.

secret fudgeHere’s the part where I deviate from P-dub’s glorious creation.  I learned this trick back in high school when I worked in an ice cream shop making the cakes and pies.  We would take a glob of hot fudge and spread it around on the crust before putting in the filling for the mud pies.  For turtle pies we’d spread caramel around the bottom.  It’s like a little secret yum stashed at the bottom that no one knows about but you.  I have a feeling PW would understand why I had to add my own little somethin’ somethin’.

pieNow spread the filling on top of the super secret fudge and refrigerate for at least an hour.  Or for as long as you can stand it.

mmm pieMmmm…pie.  Trust me on this, if you love peanut butter you will LOVE this pie.  A little goes a long way, but you have to try it.  Remember in When Harry Met Sally when they were in the restaurant and Sally was…ummm…giving a little demonstration?  And she was kind of noisy?   This is what she ate that set her off, I’m sure of it.   Go see Pioneer Woman for the full recipe.

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I Like Big Balls

finishedOne of my all-time favorite meals is spaghetti and meatballs, and with meatballs bigger is always better.  They usually end up somewhere around racquetball size, or midway between that and a tennis ball.  What can I say? I like my meat big. But tender too.

onions

I start with a butt-ton of onions.  This is about three medium onions, diced.  It takes me about four minutes to dice all these onions.  You just need to know the trick – and I’ll show you in another post.  Once you know how, you will never buy chopping gadgets again because it takes more time to get them out than it does to actually chop the onions.  Side benefit? You rarely cry because you don’t spend enough time messing with the onions.  Only half of these onions are destined for the meatballs, the other half is going in the sauce.

garlic

Next comes another butt-ton of garlic, because half of this is also going in the sauce.  I used about half of a regular sized head of garlic.  Peeling garlic is easy peasy if you cut off the root end and them smash the cloves with a heavy glass, the side of your knife, or something else a little weighty.  The paper slides right off.  Mince the garlic.  With a knife, please, not one of those squisher things if you can help it.  That sucks the life right out of the garlic if you ask me.  I’ll show you how to do this in no time too.

oil

I add about 2 tablespoons of olive oil to a medium-hot pan and toss in the onions.  I toss in a little kosher salt because it not only seasons them, it helps them to sweat.  I cook the onions until they’re soft and starting to caramelize a little, then I toss in the garlic.  The garlic only needs to be heated up until it gets fragrant, not too long or it starts to scorch and it will be bitter.

At this point I take half of the garlic/onion stuff out for the meatballs and the rest stay in this pan for the sauce.

mise-en-place

To the garlic and onions in the pan I add my already measured sugar, kosher salt, dried herbs (parsley, basil, thyme), crushed fennel seeds, and pepper.  Then I add a splash of balsmic vinegar, three cans of crushed tomatoes and 2 cups of broth.  You can use any broth you like, but I think beef broth gives it a nice rubust flavor.  If my veg friends are coming over I’ll use vegetable broth and it’s good that way too.

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Let it simmer for about an hour. Stir it sometimes.  It will make your house smell like heaven.

Now it’s time to get ready for the meatballs.

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I use a mixture that’s about one part ground pork to two parts ground beef.  Add the reserved onion garlic mixture.

meatball-mix

I add a couple of eggs, about a cup of bread crumbs, a cup of Parmesan cheese, a handful of chopped fresh parsley, and some kosher salt and pepper.  Look how nice and orange those eggs are.  It’s worth it to have those beyotches clucking under my bedroom window to get eggs like that.

smash-it

Get your hands in there and mix it up.  I add some water or milk, or a combination of both, until the mixture is kind of loose.  You want it to be softer than it would be for a meat loaf.  Don’t over mix it, though.  The point of adding the liquid is to have tender meat balls and over mixing makes them tougher.

cook

Heat some olive oil in a pan and brown them on all sides.  After they’re brown you have to make a choice.  You can either finish cooking them in the oven at 350 for about 20 minutes, or you can simmer them in sauce for about 30 to 40 minutes.  Since I’ve usually made enough sauce to freeze a couple of batches I usually cook them in the oven and then toss them in the sauce while it’s re-heating.

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Toss the cooked pasta with sauce before plating and you’ll get nicely coated noodles.  Add two or three meatballs and some cheesey goodness and you’re all set!  I cannot tell you how tender and flavorful these meatballs are.  You’re just going to have to try them yourself!

And remember – bigger is always better!

Man, now I’m hungry.

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Ultimate Ice Cream

Every once in a while I come up with a combination of flavors so sublime that I want to just roll in it, like a dog with a particularly awesome stink.  Sunday was one of those days.

Hub and I did our weekend errands and after we finished running all over hellandgone we wanted a little…something.  It was a beautiful day, sunny and warm-ish.  The kind of day that calls for ice cream.

There really is only one place for ice cream.  Coldstone.

This time they had marshmallow ice cream.  Marshmallow ice cream!  I have got to learn how to make me some of that because oh. my. god.  Marshmallow!

Here’s my princess custom flavor – feel free to claim it for your own because I’m telling you, you are going to want some of this.  I don’t know how long they will have the marshmallow so go now.  Hurry.  Before it’s gone!

Ok, so you take the marshmallow ice cream and you have them mix in cherry pie filling, brownies, and fudge sauce. They stir it around and make it all half-melty and creamy.  You could have it in a chocolaty waffle cone but I think that’s kind of overkill.

The light shone down from the heavens.  Angels sang.  Birds chirped.  Rainbows shot right out the asses of everyone in the store, it was THAT good.

I’m calling it the Dairygasm.

Seriously.  Go now.

My work here is done.

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Pull My Taffy

When I was a kid my orthodontist called me the “Candy Bar Queen” because I could name almost every single candy bar on the American market.  It wasn’t that I ate them all, because I didn’t.  I didn’t even really overeat candy, but I loved it.  I still do.

Chocolate is great, and there are times when nothing else in the world is going to save the people around me from the screaming like a chocolate fix.  But when I really want something sweet?  Chocolate doesn’t always do it for me.  I know, it’s blasphemous and I’m going straight to girlie hell, but it’s true.  Chocolate isn’t my be-all, end-all.

I love taffy – fruity-flavored saltwater taffy.  I’m not into the cinnamon and peppermint flavors so much but I’ll eat those too.  The only pieces that go straight to the trash are the banana flavored candies because just eww.  Banana flavoring is just not right, ever.  Taffy is the only candy that I just can’t stop eating.  I love me some peanut M&M’s, but even those I can put down after a while.  Taffy?  Can not control myself.  I think I’ll just have a couple of pieces and then like magic the bag is empty.  Every single time.   Gremlins?  I don’t think so.

And honestly?  It’s best if it’s a little stale.  Kind of like how Peeps are exponentially better when left out to get a little chewier.  Peeps fresh out of the box just aren’t worth eating, by the way.  I don’t know if you know this, but there are rules for Peep eating, and the degree of staleicity is right there at the top.  Just so you know.  We run an informative program here in the land of buttercream.

There are endless other candies that will do in a pinch: sour gummy worms, lollypops, skittles, but saltwater taffy is what rings my bell.  Please don’t buy me any.  And if you do?  Get a bag for yourself too because I won’t be sharing.

So what about you?  What is that one candy that you can’t resist?  Are you able to ration it out a portion at a time or is the whole bag a gonner?

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Mac My Cheese

As I explained before, I’m on a quest for the perfect mac and cheese.  Tonight I may have found the Mozart of Mac.  It was, quite simply, awesomeness on a plate.

I started with this stuff:

ingredients

I melted 3 Tbls of butter and added 2 Tbls of flour and salt and pepper to taste to make a roux.

roux

After the roux cooked for a bit so that it didn’t taste like glue I gradually added 2 cups of milk.  You have to stir the whole time you add the milk or you get these little rock-like lumps that do not go away and are not good eats.  Don’t ask me how I know this.  You don’t want dumplings in your mac, it ruins the whole experience.

After you’ve blended the milk in completely add 10 oz of grated American cheese and stir until melted.  The Kraft American cheese in the blue brick really is the shit for this, no lie.  It was totally worth getting four pounds of the stuff in the mail from Amazon.  The singles just are not the same.

It’s going to be a little runny – that’s ok.  It thickens in the oven.

sauce

Isn’t it cheesylicious?  Now mix it with the cooked macaroni (10 oz uncooked) in a casserole dish and bake it at 350 for 30 minutes.  I used shells for this because I love how they hold onto the sauce so much better than elbows.

Behold:

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It was so bodaciously cheesy!  I served it with a mixed greens, apple, blue cheese, and pecan salad and some pesto sausages.  Awe. some. ness.  The shells make little cups to hold pools of cheesy goodness that explode in your mouth.  This, my friends, is the real deal!

Thank you, Mrs. A for the recipe!  You rawk the cheesy disco.

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Cheese, Bitches!

I think I mentioned before that I’m on a quest.  I do this every year.  I pick a food and then I set out to find the perfect recipe.  One year it was tortilla soup.  Once it was clam chowder, although I don’t think I ever settled on one great recipe for that so I’m open to suggestions (hint, hint!).

This year it is macaroni and cheese.  I’m not talking the kind in the blue box, although that’s pretty much all we had as a kid.  Once in a while my Nanna would make homemade mac & cheese, but she wasn’t a fan of dairy so hers was the kind you made by putting milk and flour in a bowl with cooked macaroni and chunks of cheese.  It was some tasty yum, especially with the browned, almost petrified macaroni on the top (isn’t that the best part?). I loved that stuf.  But that’s not what I want.

I don’t want any stinkin’ fancypants stinky cheese mac and cheese either.  I’ve tried the kind where you buy three different cheeses and mix them all together and sprinkle an especially stinky one on top.  Those never melt right and you end up with a dish of greasy, separated, congealed mess that cost you $40 just to buy the cheese.

I’m looking for the creamy, saucy, uber-cheesy kind that makes your eyes roll back in your head and your lactose intolerance kick into overdrive.  The kind made with American cheese.  Block-o-cheese.  You know, guv’ment cheese.  Ghetto mac.  The real deal.

I received the supa-dupa top secret recipe in an email.  I can’t tell you about it under penalty of death and diarrhea*, but I must say it looks promising.  I have it on good authority (I would link you here Jessica but you gots no blog.  You should fix that!) that Kraft American cheese is the way to go, but not any ordinary Kraft American cheese.  It has to be the block.  Loaf.  Whatever.  The kind you can’t buy in the stores anymore because we’re all askeered of the trans-fats and anything with the word processed.

I am not afraid.  Oh no.

I searched in the stores and when I came up empty I searched the interwebs and lo, I found cheese.  My good friend Amazon sent me cheesy goodness in abundance.  No, really – aBUNdance!  Get a load of my cheese bitches!

cheese

Yes, those are 2-pound blocks.  I have four pounds of American cheese.

Let there be mac.  And chesse.

*not really, but it sounded funny

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