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OMG you guys....I cooked. O_O

I mean, it's not much, but I like, used the stove AND the oven. I know, I'm scared too. But I made my Fast, Cheap & Easy Chili. Why? I dunno. Just seemed like a good idea. I was at Safeway and I passed a box of cornbread mix and I remembered how to make it. *shrug* But here's how to do it if you're so inclined.

Fast, Cheap & Easy (Like your mom, hurr) Chili

1 lb. ground beef
1 14-16 oz can diced tomatoes (I got fancy this time and used diced fire roasted tomatoes. Ooooo.)
1 22 oz can of baked beans (You can use any flavor you want. I got Bush's Bourbon & Brown Sugar Grillin' Beans this time.)
Chili powder and/or other spices to taste

Brown your meat, open the cans and dump em in. Add your chili powder. I used about 3 teaspoons, which isn't much, really. I prefer chili on the milder, sweeter side. I also added some garlic salt because while the beans provide most of the flavor, there wasn't a lot of onion or garlic in them. Then I bring it to a boil and let it simmer for about 20-30 minutes while I'm making the cornbread so the flavors get all up in each other's business. The good thing about this recipe, as with most chili recipes is that it's versatile. You can start with those three basic ingredients (meat, beans, tomatoes) and go anywhere you want with it.

So I made some Jiffy cornbread muffins and sliced up an avocado (because hey, why the hell not?), and boom, done.



I accompanied this feast with an Ale-8 One because...Ale-8 goes with everything. At least in my book it does. Also, you can see how messy my desk is. Actually, that's relatively neat compared to some days.

I also found this recipe that I want to try, if only to raise my blood sugar to lethal levels: Devil's Cake Balls. Anything involving chocolate cake and cream cheese frosting, I'm all over it.

I'mma go nom my chili now. *snarf*
dextra: (Bunny bacon)
I found a recipe for bacon ice cream.


BACON ICE CREAM.


I'm not sure if I'm intrigued or horrified, but there's some twisted part of me that thinks this might be the greatest thing ever.

Recipe before I close the tab and lose it )
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Well, it was. I kept hearing a ticking kind of sound and couldn't figure out where it was coming from, only that it was getting faster. Then I poured myself a cup of coffee and realized it was coming from the carafe. Steam built up inside it and it sounded like a ticking time bomb. O_o

This is some majorly huge food. I wasn't going to order anything from room service, but then I decided, fuck it. They had a little card for breakfast and I filled it out. I didn't think it would be this much, but that's cool. Good thing I'm travelling alone. I'd probably not have to stop for gas, if there was a way to power the Jeep with egg farts.

I did try the "Lafitte's" restaurant last night. The crawfish ravioli wasn't bad, but they overdid the spices. Too much heat. I think they boiled the crawfish directly in some crab boil* without diluting it, that's how strong the flavor was. And the ravioli itself was deep fried and filled with mozerella. *makes face* There was a whole crawfish on top, but it was so scrawny, it wasn't worth trying to eat. It was a cute touch, though.

Unfortunately, super spicy food combined with a decent amount of alcohol somehow found a cavity or something I didn't know about, and kept me in face pain and awake until about 4 am. I think I brushed my teeth like five times last night and I still don't think I got all the crab boil off my teeth. I was still spitting orange this morning.

For those of you that don't know what crab boil is...hmm. Let me hunt up a link.

http://shop.zatarains.com/zatarains%AE-concentrated-shrimp-crab-boil-p-596.html?=

See how it says add a capful to a pot of corn and potatoes? They mean like a stockpot. A big one. So yeah, they were a bit heavy handed with it.

Well, I'm off to finish breakfast, and then head on to Lexington.

*burp*

Nov. 12th, 2007 08:50 am
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I had Tex-Mex eggrolls for breakfast. The boss' son got married over the weekend, so he brought in two big bags full of leftovers, including half a layer of wedding cake. I'm saying hello to that later. :D

Just for no real reason at all, I bought nothing but vegetarian food when I did my grocery shopping yesterday. I made a teriyaki tofu and veggie stir-fry last night that was mighty damn tasty. I think my stomach knows it's going to be going into the onslaught of holiday food next week and is going into rest mode to prepare. Food is a sport in my family.

Family news that's good for a change. )

Since my commentary of the She-Ra movie was fairly well received, and it was really fun to do, I think I may start doing that as an occasional fun thing to do. So I'd like for you to tell me what movies you'd like to see me have a mental and verbal hernia over. No guarantees that I'll actually do it, but I have Netflix, a dreadful social life, and access to alcohol. Next on my list is The Care Bears Movie, as suggested by [livejournal.com profile] j_malachai.
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I've always been a decent cook, but I just never saw the point of cooking a meal for just me. I was getting ready to leave work and contemplating my dinner, and it was either going to be salad again or frozen pizza. So I braved Winn-Dixie (which is a mess at 5pm) and got some fresher stuff. I made salmon pinwheels (salmon wrapped up with feta and spinach), steamed some potatoes and sugar snap peas, and I even made some bruschetta.

There's a nouveau Italian place I like called Semolina's Bistro that makes the most sinfully awesome bruschetta that I fell in love with. It was the sweet little grape tomatoes that did it for me. And I'm a tomato hater normally, but that changed my mind completely.

So I bought a big baguette, cut off an end and sliced it lengthwise, then threw it in the oven for a couple of minutes while it was heating up for the salmon. While that was going on, I made the topping. I combined feta, crumbled mozarella, and little bit of a mix of parmesean, romano and asiago with crushed grape tomatoes and a teensy bit of olive oil, basil and garlic. I pulled the bread out of the oven when the preheat light went off and brushed the top with a little garlic and olive oil I'd smooshed together. Spooned the cheese and tomato mixture on top, and just to make my taste buds have a total orgasm, I drizzled the whole thing with this ten year old balsamic vinegar (Lucini Gran Riserva).

I actually ate more of this than the salmon and veggies. And it went better with my wine, which is a Ravenwood Zinfandel that normally goes with just about anything, but I really should have went with a white with the salmon. Or at least a White Zin. Oh well. Bruschetta. *droooooool*

Ok.

Mar. 5th, 2007 02:00 pm
dextra: (Green crazy face)
He brought me sushi. He may live. :p

Blah.

Jan. 15th, 2007 09:48 am
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It's Monday. Woo. The blanket of sick has extended here as well, as Benny came dragging himself in this morning an hour an a half late and groaning the whole way. I'm not going in his office unless I absolutely have to because I don't want any of that.

Went to Jen's bridal shower yesterday. It was about as uneventful as I figured it'd be. I got Jen a reproduction of the 1950 Betty Crocker Picture cookbook. My granny has one of the originals, and that sucker is MINE. I laid claim to that when I was eight years old. It's the book that actually taught me how to cook. I used to look at all the illustrations (of which there were hundreds) showing these pretty ladies making these fantastic meals and smiling the whole time, and it just seemed magical to me. I watched a LOT of '50s television when I was a kid. I snort at it now, but when I was a little kid, Donna Reed was the shit. I'd like to see an updated version of that. Still set in the 50's, but with Donna going off and being a secret agent in her spare time. That would be too awesome.

I'm doing....ok on my diet. I admit I could be doing better. It's the weekends that kill me. Yesterday before the bridal shower, I went to Subway because I figured if I went there with a full stomach that I wouldn't eat any of the fatty little snacks. Naw. I still ate some crackers & crawfish dip. And some spinach dip. And a cupcake. *headdesk* So I took a recommendation from one of the girls and picked up some Hoodia. So far it seems to be working (it's supposed to be an appetite suppressant). And I got some Slim Fast shakes for lunch for the next week or so. I'm still doing sushi on Fridays with Ashley, cause well, sushi is good. :p

I'm stopping by a yoga studio after work to check on their rates and such. If it's not too bad, I think I'm going to start doing that. If not, then I'm going to just get a dvd and do it at home after Brian moves out. I just feel weird trying to do something like that when I know he could just walk in at any time, and I'd be in some weird pose. I'd never hear the end of it. *eye rollage*
dextra: (Chocolate covered pretzel)
Just when the king cake that Martin brought in the other day was just about gone, vendors have come by today and dropped off 2 more. And one of them is cream cheese filled. *whiny temper tantrum* I WANT!!!
dextra: (Amityville toaster)
TEH FRITTER! )
dextra: (Heroes - Hiro had a sword)
We just went to Boston Street for our company Christmas luncheon. Good good food. I had Mahi stuffed with Cajun crab. I came back and got presents! I got a box of Godiva chocolates, a pretty smelling candle, and this:



They obviously didn't know who they were giving that to. :p POINTY!
dextra: (Chocolate covered pretzel)
The house smells like home right now. Reminds me of Granny's house (which is home no matter what). I've got a pot roast simmering away downstairs. For the first hour or so of simmering it had a really pungent smell to it. I'm trying something different, and hoping it turns out ok. Normally I use dry red wine and beef broth, but since I had neither, and no way of getting out to the grocery store, I did a dry rub on the roast with Tony's* and then poured a bottle of Abita beer over it and let it marinate for an hour. Then I seared the roast, added the veggies (onion, celery, carrots and red potatoes) and set it to simmer. It should be done about the time CJ comes home.

I'm going to make a pie tonight too. It's this really simple double layer pumpkin pie. It's like pumpkin on top and cheesecakeish stuff on the bottom. I just have to go get the ingredients and slap it together. We're taking that over to one of CJ's coworker's house tomorrow.

Been cooking and playing the new games most of the day. X-Men Legends is ok, so far. Haven't gotten too far into it. Anything to keep my mind busy.

*Oh yeah, this is Tony Chachere's Creole Seasoning. We use it in practically everything down here:


Two things.

Jun. 4th, 2006 12:27 pm
dextra: (Surprise Buttsecks)
Carrabbas is the bomb.

I can't get to MWAD for some reason. Or MW lite. Has the server gone wacky again or something?
dextra: (Fuck yeah Shaun of the Dead)
Well, things at work went about the way I figured they would. I got there this morning, and when Paula hadn't shown up by 9:00, I knew she wasn't coming back. Weird thing is, she called me right before I went to lunch, and she sounded fairly cheerful, saying she was told Tuesday that her assignment was up. She's already got a new job starting next week, and she sounds happy about it, so that's good. I wasn't really expecting that kind of a call. Normally, I've dealt with people who get mightily pissed in that kind of situation.

I had my meeting with Suzanne and she told me that she's going to be turning over the entire imaging project to me. So once I'm all done with the file prepping, I'll start scanning and keeping up the reports on all that. And she said she'll throw in other little projects as they come along. Basically, as long as there are things there that she feels like I can do, she's going to keep me there as long as she can. I'm more than fine with that.

She said I've been doing a great excellent job, and praised me for sticking the project out. She told me that she'd had a couple of other people in before me, and they didn't last a week. And then there were the other temps that I worked with. Tomasita lasted about a month before she just stopped showing up. There was a woman named Sheila that lasted not even three days, and she was called off the assignment by Ultimate in the middle of the third day. My guess is she flunked the drug test, from the way she acted. And Paula was there for about three weeks. I don't know why no one else seemed to want to stick with it. Yeah, it's not an exciting job, but for the money, you can't beat it.

Other than all that, I've been pretty bored since I've been home. It's just a little after 9, and I'm already thinking about going to bed. Maybe I'll go have a nap and have CJ wake me up for a bit when he gets home. I should probably eat something, but that would involve a delivery person. Not that I don't appreciate delivery people, it's just I don't think I want to wait that long, and I don't feel like putting my clothes back on. Although this tank top and boxer-brief ensemble might score me some free grub. *ponders* Nope, sitll too lazy.
dextra: (Hedwig O RLY)
I hope you all are having a good time today, and for those of you without kids, go hug yer mama, dammit! Or whatever you're able to do. My mom's on the other side of the country, so I sent her a little penguin pendant. My mom has a thing for penguins. I think everyone in my family has a penchant for a certain animal, but some of them go completely overboard with it. My aunt Sue Ellen has an obsession with pandas. Her house scares me. There should not be that many panda related items in one house. *shudders*

The barbecue, once I got over being pissed that I didn't have time to clean, wasn't too bad. Of course, it took the men hours to actually get any cooking done. First CJ had to spend an hour cutting up the meat and make kebabs and things. I wasn't about to do any work, so when people called to ask what to bring, I told them if they wanted anything other than meat, bring it. I bought one of those party trays full of veggies and cheese, so there was my contribution.
More about the barbecue, and a baby named after a demon. )
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Whee, I lived through yet another potentially life threatening storm. This makes the second one this week. The last one I wasn't really worried about, even though at least three confirmed tornadoes tore the hell out of north Lexington in the last one. This time, a tornado touched down less than 15 miles from here. That made the fear run up my spine. I started to panic just a little, but I took a few deep breaths and did what I do best when I'm scared. I cooked. Don't ask me why, but I do. I think it's something I picked up from my grandmother. Any minute, a tornado could have sent me flying into Oz, but why should I be concerned? I had to make sure my sauce wasn't sticking to the bottom of the pan.

So, yeah, I was cooking. And in my mother's kitchen, which means there wasn't food worth cooking. It's funny. In my family, we have a lot of good cooks. I learned how to cook about the same time I was old enough to stir unsupervised. I made my first cheesecake from scratch when I was eight. My grandma was a great teacher when it came to that. She still has this old Betty Crocker cookbook (the kind in the binder) that she got in the 50's, that she got as a wedding present. I used to love looking through that book. I would just marvel at the little illustrations, and the photographs of these perfect cakes and buffet layouts. Once a week for the longest time, Granny would let me pick out one thing out of the cookbook to make. She would go to the store and buy whatever we didn't already have for it, and would watch me while I cooked. She never offered to do it for me, but she would on occasion make sure that I had the oven at the right temperature, tell me when I needed to check on something, etc. And she gladly ate everything I made, no matter how bad those first few creations came out. Didn't take me very long to get into my groove. By the time I moved in with her when I was a teenager, I would cook dinner every night before she got home from work. She worked hard, and it was one little thing I could do to make her life a little easier, especially since she had to put up with me.

I figure it like this. There is a cooking gene in my family. Granny and my great grandmother have it. I have it. My sister has it, but she doesn't get to use it much, other than at her job. I believe this gene skipped my mom. She can't cook to save her life. Unless it's deep fried. And even then, she has a good fifty percent chance of totally fucking it up. I'm trying to remember what it was she made for the last family gathering...I think it was something with potatoes. But somehow she managed to burn the outside of the dish, but the potatoes themselves were still raw and crunchy. Amazing. Most of the family avoid her dishes. I think the only thing that was eaten of hers was when she brings little snack sandwiches made out of Hawaiian sweet rolls and ham with honey mustard, or when she fills a crock pot with little smokies with a sauce made of barbecue sauce and grape jelly. It's really good, suprisingly enough. I wouldn't eat anything she would make that involved a stove, oven, or microwave.

So, while growing up with my mother's ineptitude in the kitchen, I've had to be creative in my cooking. The woman doesn't know what staples are. And tonight in particular, there was nothing in the kitchen that I could cook and the kids would eat. I finally settled on pasta. There was penne, and rotini, but not enough of either to feed all three of us, so I ended up just throwing both packages into the pot. Then I realized there was no sauce. Now, I don't understand where all the food goes. Mom and Dave eat out almost every night. Beth is never here. I don't smoke weed anymore, so where is it all going? The kids. My kids have potbellies, I've noticed. Because I'll feed them, and then Mom will feed them something else, Dave will give them candy, and Beth will bring stuff home from work for them. I spend anywhere from $300 to $400 a month on groceries here. On my own, I'd spend about the same, and still have plenty left over, but somehow, here, the shit just disappears.

No sauce, what to do? I rummaged around the cabinets. I was lucky enough to find a can of chopped tomatoes in olive oil and balsamic vinegar. Good, but not enough. Tossed that into the pot, along wtih a can of condensed tomato soup, some dried onions, Italian seasoning, and my secret weapon, Mrs. Dash. I hardly ever use salt in my cooking, at all. And it actually turned out good. I mean, I'd much rather have had a slow-simmered marinara, but this did the trick. I had a jar of some really good shredded (not grated) parmesean and romano in the fride, and voila! Funky looking, but good tasting pasta.

I can cook anything and make it taste good. If I can do it with squirrel, I can do it with mis-matched pasta and tomato soup sauce. And now I'm gonna go have some more.
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One of these days you'd think I'd learn. I broke down and cut my hair last night. I shouldn't have. Or at least had someone keeping an eye on me to keep me from cutting too much. I just wanted all the frizzy damaged stuff gone so badly. It was awful, you couldn't do anything with it. It refused to curl, and when I straightened it, it just looked even more fried. So it's very layered now, because I had been growing the layers out, and that's where most of the damage was. The plan is, as my hair grows, keep it at shoulder length, not maintaining the layers, but keeping it at shoulder length until the top layer is at my shoulder, and the whole mess is one length again. At the rate it's going, it could take anywhere from six months to a year to get to that point. It'll be worth it though. I've finally got my hair back into excellent condition.

And once it's grown out, I am NEVER cutting it again. Ever. Swear to waffles.

I'm supposed to be going to look at a duplex in about 15 minutes, if my mother comes back in time. *rolls eyes and sighs* I don't feel like dealing with bullshit today. I went to bed at sometime between 2 and 3 am, and then woke up at 7:30 for no reason that I can tell. Must have been the pizza. I got a Hawaiian BBQ chicken pizza from Papa Johns last night and ate damn near all of it. I feel so bloated and crappy now because of it. Okay, well I gave a slice to the dog. And after all that begging, she ate maybe one bite.

And mom just called to tell me she's in the drive, so off I go. Whoo.

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