Edited May 3: I couldn't take the layout problems, so once I was back on the laptop I had to fix the formatting on this post.
I've never tried blogging from the bberry, so I don't know how this post is going to look. Angst.
The photo I hope you can see displays the last 4 bites of a $3.75 "Baby Mama Grande" -- baby means small -- from Big Mama's Burritos. The *only* place I ate downtown during speech nationals at Ohio U. My meal budget thanks you.
Lots of rice, chunks of chicken, identifiable black beans? This ain't some nondescript burrito paste. Cilantro. Just-hot-enough sauce. Sigh...
Find Big Mama's maybe 2 blocks off campus, on Court Street near the movie theater.
End mobile restaurant review...
I made some ridiculous mac & cheese today, which will be the subject of a late week real post. I've been avoiding the internet, seeing as I've had 3-D people to talk to on my road trip.
Also? Turns out I'm kind of a mess at spring cooking.
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April 25, 2010
April 13, 2010
In praise of local honey
Please bear with me as I share a little story.
I'm enjoying one of my Saturday visits to the SKY Farmer's Market last summer. (They should be up and running, BTW. If you're close to Bowling Green, I really hope you'll check them out!)
Anyway, in amongst the yummy fruits and vegetables, I find a table full of honey. I've never seen anything like it before. It has this deep red color -- like a garnet held up to the light -- as opposed to the brownish look of supermarket honey. It's a shade more expensive than the Kroger brand I usually buy, but I cannot resist.
I take the jar home and get in it immediately. I have awesome self control like that. It's different, kind of... minty? And thicker than the store brand, more appropriate to spoon than pour.
A while later Doug comes home, and he's all, "Local honey, huh? Is that for your allergies?"
Buh-wha? Allergies?
"Oh yeah," he continues. "My sister had really bad allergies until a woman from church told her to try local honey."
Well I could see the logic. Allergies come from a misguided immune response, when the body takes pollen for a dangerous invader. Honey comes from pollen. Duhhhh. So consuming it every day should sort of, teach the body that the stuff is harmless. Rather like an allergy shot, only WAY more delicious.
Fast-forward to fall. I have suffered from miserable allergies, every spring and fall, my entire life. That changed a few years back when Claritin-D went over the counter. But I never much cared for the Claritin. It made me kinda jittery and interfered with my sleep. Boo.
Not in fall 2009. I didn't have to take any Claritin. Honestly. Not even one. I'd have never believed it if I hadn't lived it. Happily, I stocked up on Kentucky honey before the market shut down. And finding Georgia honey was a major priority once we got ourselves settled here.
Now? Allergy season is in full swing. Doug is a sniffly, sneezy, crabby piece of crab. And I admit, I'm having a few sneezes and a touch of sore throat. I figure I didn't switch to Georgia honey soon enough for the full effect.
Best part, though? Guilt-free indulgence in the sweet tooth!
I feel like a giant jerk for failing to write this up at least a month ago. If you're suffering already, it's probably too late for local honey to do any good. But think of it this way. We've got a whole summer's worth of farmer's markets coming, during which we can all stock up for fall!
I'm enjoying one of my Saturday visits to the SKY Farmer's Market last summer. (They should be up and running, BTW. If you're close to Bowling Green, I really hope you'll check them out!)
Anyway, in amongst the yummy fruits and vegetables, I find a table full of honey. I've never seen anything like it before. It has this deep red color -- like a garnet held up to the light -- as opposed to the brownish look of supermarket honey. It's a shade more expensive than the Kroger brand I usually buy, but I cannot resist.
See what I mean about the color?
I take the jar home and get in it immediately. I have awesome self control like that. It's different, kind of... minty? And thicker than the store brand, more appropriate to spoon than pour.
A while later Doug comes home, and he's all, "Local honey, huh? Is that for your allergies?"
Buh-wha? Allergies?
"Oh yeah," he continues. "My sister had really bad allergies until a woman from church told her to try local honey."
Well I could see the logic. Allergies come from a misguided immune response, when the body takes pollen for a dangerous invader. Honey comes from pollen. Duhhhh. So consuming it every day should sort of, teach the body that the stuff is harmless. Rather like an allergy shot, only WAY more delicious.
Fast-forward to fall. I have suffered from miserable allergies, every spring and fall, my entire life. That changed a few years back when Claritin-D went over the counter. But I never much cared for the Claritin. It made me kinda jittery and interfered with my sleep. Boo.
Not in fall 2009. I didn't have to take any Claritin. Honestly. Not even one. I'd have never believed it if I hadn't lived it. Happily, I stocked up on Kentucky honey before the market shut down. And finding Georgia honey was a major priority once we got ourselves settled here.
Now? Allergy season is in full swing. Doug is a sniffly, sneezy, crabby piece of crab. And I admit, I'm having a few sneezes and a touch of sore throat. I figure I didn't switch to Georgia honey soon enough for the full effect.
Best part, though? Guilt-free indulgence in the sweet tooth!
I feel like a giant jerk for failing to write this up at least a month ago. If you're suffering already, it's probably too late for local honey to do any good. But think of it this way. We've got a whole summer's worth of farmer's markets coming, during which we can all stock up for fall!
April 09, 2010
All Kinds of Cocktails
Since I'm rambling on the road this week and next, I expect to be a lazy bum of a blogger.
But for today, you can pop on over to All Kinds of Pretty, where you'll find three stylish and scrumptious drink recipes for spring and summer.
I hope while you're there, you'll hang out a while. Browse, search, comment, even ask us a question! The Pretties will love you for it.
Cheers!
But for today, you can pop on over to All Kinds of Pretty, where you'll find three stylish and scrumptious drink recipes for spring and summer.
I hope while you're there, you'll hang out a while. Browse, search, comment, even ask us a question! The Pretties will love you for it.
Cheers!
April 07, 2010
On food porn and It trends and lost M&M's
From today's New York Times:
People Who Photograph Food and Display the Pictures Online
Here's a question the article poses: Are you obsessed with food porn production? As in, can you bring yourself to take a bite before you snap a photo? I don't have this problem. Getting a picture before I dig in is a daily accomplishment. And I obviously don't publish everything I eat. I dare not. Nobody wants to know about a fat lady finding a half a bag of M&M's in the couch cushions and shouting, "Jackpot!"
I kid. M&M's don't last long enough around here to get lost.
This is one of those rare moments where I get to feel part of an "It" trend. I think the last time it happened was 1997, when I saw South Park's "The Spirit of Christmas" about six months before the series hit Comedy Central.
What a strange, rambly post this morning. I think all this poetry writing has pulled me off my blog game. No matter. Embrace the random! What's on your reading list today?
People Who Photograph Food and Display the Pictures Online
In 1825, the French philosopher and gourmand Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin wrote, “Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are.” Today, people are showing the world what they eat by photographing every meal, revealing themselves perhaps more vividly than they might by merely reciting the names of appetizers and entrees.My college friend Leena uses the term "food porn" to describe such pictures, which I find both hilarious and on point. Especially when applied to some of my grainy, poorly lit monstrosities. I believe the story itself would qualify as "amuse bouche" in Leena-land. She's a witty one.
Here's a question the article poses: Are you obsessed with food porn production? As in, can you bring yourself to take a bite before you snap a photo? I don't have this problem. Getting a picture before I dig in is a daily accomplishment. And I obviously don't publish everything I eat. I dare not. Nobody wants to know about a fat lady finding a half a bag of M&M's in the couch cushions and shouting, "Jackpot!"
I kid. M&M's don't last long enough around here to get lost.
This is one of those rare moments where I get to feel part of an "It" trend. I think the last time it happened was 1997, when I saw South Park's "The Spirit of Christmas" about six months before the series hit Comedy Central.
What a strange, rambly post this morning. I think all this poetry writing has pulled me off my blog game. No matter. Embrace the random! What's on your reading list today?
April 05, 2010
Good morning? Delicious morning!
I am addicted to breakfast burritos. They're easy, quick, and a nice change of pace from classic eggs on toast. Which I also love. I'm a breakfast bimbo.
What to use:
Score the sausage in a crisscrossing pattern, leaving the patties whole.
Run the knife underneath the patties to release them from the board, and place in a skillet on medium to medium-high heat. Once they're slightly brown on both sides, use the spatula to separate them at the score lines.
While the sausage is cooking, raid the fridge for vegetables. I always use tomato and onion, but hot peppers, black olives, and fresh cilantro are also favorites. Coarsely chop all vegetable toppings.
The sausage is ready to come up once all the pieces are good and brown.
Remove the pieces and set aside to drain. Pour off some of the grease from the skillet, and use the rest to scramble 3 eggs. It seemed patronizing to explain scrambling eggs, but I will advise beating in a few shakes each of dried cilantro and marjoram. They add a hint of savoriness that makes the eggs pop.
While the eggs are cooking, warm two tortillas. As soon as the eggs are finished cooking, assemble the burritos and serve!
Not gonna lie. I am starting to feel in a culinary rut. So I'd like to kick it out to y'all. What do you fix for breakfast when you can't stand another egg on toast?
Breakfast Burritos
What to use:
- 1/2 lb. breakfast sausage
- 3 eggs
- Chopped onion, tomato, and other veggies
- Shredded sharp cheddar
- Sour cream
If the spatula sticks, dab it with Crisco or nonstick spray.
Score the sausage in a crisscrossing pattern, leaving the patties whole.
Only the biggest ones will yield nine pieces.
Run the knife underneath the patties to release them from the board, and place in a skillet on medium to medium-high heat. Once they're slightly brown on both sides, use the spatula to separate them at the score lines.
Some sawing back and forth may be required.
While the sausage is cooking, raid the fridge for vegetables. I always use tomato and onion, but hot peppers, black olives, and fresh cilantro are also favorites. Coarsely chop all vegetable toppings.
Yep. I am a store-brand hussy.
The sausage is ready to come up once all the pieces are good and brown.
I actually like mine a bit on the crispy side.
Remove the pieces and set aside to drain. Pour off some of the grease from the skillet, and use the rest to scramble 3 eggs. It seemed patronizing to explain scrambling eggs, but I will advise beating in a few shakes each of dried cilantro and marjoram. They add a hint of savoriness that makes the eggs pop.
While the eggs are cooking, warm two tortillas. As soon as the eggs are finished cooking, assemble the burritos and serve!
There's shredded cheddar at the bottom of this pile.
Not gonna lie. I am starting to feel in a culinary rut. So I'd like to kick it out to y'all. What do you fix for breakfast when you can't stand another egg on toast?
April 02, 2010
Hooray! My first meme!
I am uncharacteristically giddy today. Sarah, of Harry Times...All Jacked Up and All Kinds of Pretty fame, has tagged me for my very first blog meme! Show your bag, then dump it out and show its contents. Here we go...
Ok, so I admit it's not really a handbag. It's a corduroy *cough* makeup case, which I got as a part of a Lancome gift. Don't judge me; the price was right! I stuck the Playstation controller in there to create a sense of scale.
I get ragged a lot for carrying teeny purses. And I grant, this one's perfect for a dash to the store or a night on the town. It is not so great for road trips, rallies, or any sort of all-day adventure. I carry a mid-sized organizer bag for those outings.
Now, join me in your best Brad-Pitt-at-the-end-of-Seven impression: What's in the bag?!?!?!
It's like givin y'all a peek at my soul. *Shiver*
Now, my turn to tag some people! I call out Cory, queen of MacWorld, and Wendy, the Independent Thinker from Utah.
Be sure to head over to All Kinds of Pretty this weekend. Sarah tagged us all so you should find fabulous handbag porn in abundance (including an eerily similar post to this one, coming soon).
Edited to add: I installed this Wired posts gadget this afternoon. I humbly invite anybody playing dump-the-handbag to add a link here!
Re-edited to add: the Wired posts gadget has now disappeared from my pages. WTF?
Re-re-edited to add: @!#?@!-ing Wired post fields are randomly appearing and disappearing. Or else I'm losin my mind.
The bag:
Ok, so I admit it's not really a handbag. It's a corduroy *cough* makeup case, which I got as a part of a Lancome gift. Don't judge me; the price was right! I stuck the Playstation controller in there to create a sense of scale.
I get ragged a lot for carrying teeny purses. And I grant, this one's perfect for a dash to the store or a night on the town. It is not so great for road trips, rallies, or any sort of all-day adventure. I carry a mid-sized organizer bag for those outings.
Now, join me in your best Brad-Pitt-at-the-end-of-Seven impression: What's in the bag?!?!?!
The guts:
It's like givin y'all a peek at my soul. *Shiver*
- A fat pen Doug brought me from his office
- Smokes and a lighter, crucial
- Gum, for freedom-hating places where I can't smoke
- Lipstick, lip liner, compact, and brush, which would not have been in there before I joined All Kinds of Pretty
- My Blackberry, in its posh (if dirty) red case
- A crumpled receipt from the Publix
- $1.33
- My so-called wallet, which is really one of those leather college-ID holders (Since grad school, it has housed my driver's license, debit card, insurance cards, and sometimes cash.)
- Prescription sunglasses
- Car keys
- Blistex, also crucial!
Now, my turn to tag some people! I call out Cory, queen of MacWorld, and Wendy, the Independent Thinker from Utah.
Be sure to head over to All Kinds of Pretty this weekend. Sarah tagged us all so you should find fabulous handbag porn in abundance (including an eerily similar post to this one, coming soon).
Edited to add: I installed this Wired posts gadget this afternoon. I humbly invite anybody playing dump-the-handbag to add a link here!
Re-edited to add: the Wired posts gadget has now disappeared from my pages. WTF?
Re-re-edited to add: @!#?@!-ing Wired post fields are randomly appearing and disappearing. Or else I'm losin my mind.
April 01, 2010
No foolin
April is National Poetry Writing Month, or NaPoWriMo if you're hip to the lingo. Which I obviously am not. This will be the first year I take on this challenge. Don't expect me to share a new poem every day; I don't expect to come up with anything fit to share every day. But I'll try to throw out a few. Anybody reading this planning to poem it up this month too?
Poetry is man's rebellion against being what he is. ~James Branch Cabell
Poetry is man's rebellion against being what he is. ~James Branch Cabell
March 30, 2010
Who says Creation & Evolution must be enemies?
Naw, I'm not about to break bad on the Texas school board or anything. There's a time and a place, and this is neither.
This weekend I fixed up some Philly cheesesteaks, which I have long heralded as the #1 most fit-to-eat dish invented by Yankees. I love them because they're simple and delicious, and use vegetables my husband likes. Yes, I married Mikey from the Life commercials. Those Pop Rocks rumors are greatly exaggerated.
Lay out the steaks on a cutting board. My germophobia demands I have separate cutting boards for veggies and meat. I know. Cue the guys with butterfly nets.
Anyway, for this meal I bought thin-sliced top round, but my rule is to buy what's on sale. That's the beauty thing about thin slices; you can buy less expensive cuts and they're not going to be tough. If you have a meat slicer or a good relationship with the butcher, you can buy the cheapest beef available and slice/have it sliced to your liking.
At this point the cast iron should be plenty hot, so add the oil. I'm a big olive oil proponent, but just about any fat will do here. Now, to make the next step ridiculously easy, roll up the steaks. There's a fancy French word for this knife technique, but my Google muscle is lazy today.
Focus, Misty! By now you can throw the Trinity into the skillet with some salt and pepper. Stir it around a bit to distribute the oil.
Next, slice through the roll at 1/4- to 1/2-inch intervals. The result will be nice thin strips.
Unroll the strips and place them over the veggies.
Turn the oven to 350° in anticipation of warming the hoagie rolls. Flip the mixture in sections, so the meat is mostly on the bottom. Now, grab a serrated knife, and, wait... uh-oh... is that mold?
Go ahead and take a moment to berate yourself for not checking the @!#?@! bread ahead of time. But don't panic. You've got tortillas in the fridge right? Sure you do!
Philly Cheesesteaks Beef Fajitas
Add generous amounts of Red Hot, green Tabasco, cumin, and cilantro to the skillet. Slice up a plum tomato and add that too. Stir frequently until the beef is good and brown, and the liquid has reduced.
Wrap the tortillas in damp paper towels and microwave, about 30 seconds for two burrito-sized tortillas. Assemble and serve.
And unless your husband heard you swearing and came in to see if you'd burned yourself, no one will ever be the wiser. See? Creation and Evolution, strolling happily hand in hand!
This weekend I fixed up some Philly cheesesteaks, which I have long heralded as the #1 most fit-to-eat dish invented by Yankees. I love them because they're simple and delicious, and use vegetables my husband likes. Yes, I married Mikey from the Life commercials. Those Pop Rocks rumors are greatly exaggerated.
Philly Cheesesteaks
What to use...
- Half a large onion
- Half a large bell pepper
- 5-8 garlic cloves (depends on their size)
- 1/2 lb. thin-sliced steak (for extra meaty, yummm)
- 2 tbsp. olive oil
- Salt & pepper
- 5-6 slices provolone cheese
- 2 hoagie rolls
Can I just start calling this the Trinity?
Lay out the steaks on a cutting board. My germophobia demands I have separate cutting boards for veggies and meat. I know. Cue the guys with butterfly nets.
Anyway, for this meal I bought thin-sliced top round, but my rule is to buy what's on sale. That's the beauty thing about thin slices; you can buy less expensive cuts and they're not going to be tough. If you have a meat slicer or a good relationship with the butcher, you can buy the cheapest beef available and slice/have it sliced to your liking.
This lot? Under $2!
At this point the cast iron should be plenty hot, so add the oil. I'm a big olive oil proponent, but just about any fat will do here. Now, to make the next step ridiculously easy, roll up the steaks. There's a fancy French word for this knife technique, but my Google muscle is lazy today.
Tube steak.
*giggle*
*giggle*
I'm ashamed...
Focus, Misty! By now you can throw the Trinity into the skillet with some salt and pepper. Stir it around a bit to distribute the oil.
Won't take long for the onion to caramelize.
Next, slice through the roll at 1/4- to 1/2-inch intervals. The result will be nice thin strips.
Perfect for cheesesteak.
Unroll the strips and place them over the veggies.
Add a little more salt & pepper, if desired.
Turn the oven to 350° in anticipation of warming the hoagie rolls. Flip the mixture in sections, so the meat is mostly on the bottom. Now, grab a serrated knife, and, wait... uh-oh... is that mold?
@!#?@!
Go ahead and take a moment to berate yourself for not checking the @!#?@! bread ahead of time. But don't panic. You've got tortillas in the fridge right? Sure you do!
What to use...
- Half a large onion
- Half a large bell pepper
- 5-8 garlic cloves (depends on their size)
- 1/2 lb. thin-sliced steak (for extra meaty, yummm)
- 2 tbsp. olive oil
- Salt & pepper
5-6 slices provolone cheeseFajita seasonings2 hoagie rollsTortillas- 1 plum tomato
- Fajita toppings (optional)
Who says do-overs aren't for grownups?
Add generous amounts of Red Hot, green Tabasco, cumin, and cilantro to the skillet. Slice up a plum tomato and add that too. Stir frequently until the beef is good and brown, and the liquid has reduced.
You know what? That looks fit to eat too!
Wrap the tortillas in damp paper towels and microwave, about 30 seconds for two burrito-sized tortillas. Assemble and serve.
I like a little sharp cheddar & some sour cream.
And unless your husband heard you swearing and came in to see if you'd burned yourself, no one will ever be the wiser. See? Creation and Evolution, strolling happily hand in hand!
March 27, 2010
Spoiled. Rotten.
Not food, mercifully! Just lil ol me. For my sweet, thoughtful momma has hooked me up with the ultimate home-cooking luxury...
I have wanted one of these badboys for probably 15 years. It's something I doubt I would ever have bought for myself. Courtney was writing about hers not long before Christmas, and I guess I got to raving about it when I was home for the holidays.
I'd totally forgotten that conversation until my phone rang, about midnight last Sunday. I ran to grab it, because shit man. A call at that hour usually means somebody's either hurt or needs bail money. Not this time!
So! Let the baking commence! I am celebrating with a project right out of the owner's manual: Quick Yellow Cake.
When Doug got home, he got to use it too, for his legendary homemade frosting. The recipe comes from the Hershey's cocoa box:
Also? I had to run out and buy vanilla ice cream. I mean, obviously.
At risk of gushing past the point of appropriateness, I wanted to throw this in too. See, when the UPS guy delivered the mixer, he brought two boxes to the door. I assumed the smaller one was the mixer's cover. Oh but no!
I've also never had a proper tea kettle before. Since my college days in the dorms, I've used a Pyrex measuring cup to boil my water in the microwave. I feel so fancy now!
Thank you, Mom.
Behold!
I have wanted one of these badboys for probably 15 years. It's something I doubt I would ever have bought for myself. Courtney was writing about hers not long before Christmas, and I guess I got to raving about it when I was home for the holidays.
I'd totally forgotten that conversation until my phone rang, about midnight last Sunday. I ran to grab it, because shit man. A call at that hour usually means somebody's either hurt or needs bail money. Not this time!
MOM: Honey, can you turn on QVC?I've used the phrase blown away before, but never was it more appropriate. She put the smackdown all my, "Honestly, Mom, I really don't need it," objections, even though they were true. I've gotten along a-okay all these years, but OMG I sure did want one. And now it has arrived. I feel extremely, unspeakably grateful.
ME: Uh, hang on. Doug's watching the basketball. I may have to negotiate.
MOM: Tell him Momma says this is important!
(Negotiations ensue.)
ME: Ok, I have it on... Wait... Are you kidding me...?
(Mixers gleam in the studio lights, like heaven on a counter top.)
MOM: Are those the mixers you were talking about?
ME: (dreamily) Yeah...
So! Let the baking commence! I am celebrating with a project right out of the owner's manual: Quick Yellow Cake.
I will never mess with Duncan Hines again.
When Doug got home, he got to use it too, for his legendary homemade frosting. The recipe comes from the Hershey's cocoa box:
Chocolate Buttercream Frosting
- 1 stick butter
- 2/3 cup unsweetened cocoa
- 3 cups powdered sugar
- 1/3 cup milk
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Also? I had to run out and buy vanilla ice cream. I mean, obviously.
You'd never know it's not my birthday.
At risk of gushing past the point of appropriateness, I wanted to throw this in too. See, when the UPS guy delivered the mixer, he brought two boxes to the door. I assumed the smaller one was the mixer's cover. Oh but no!
Surprise! I told you. Spoiled. Rotten.
I've also never had a proper tea kettle before. Since my college days in the dorms, I've used a Pyrex measuring cup to boil my water in the microwave. I feel so fancy now!
Thank you, Mom.
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March 24, 2010
Pasta + Chicken + Cheese = Happy hubby
Today's recipe is an example of how my "small bag of tricks" can translate into a pretty good variety of meals. It combines the same fried chicken technique as honey barbecue wings, with an application for my trusty tomato soup-and-sauce base.
What I used for this dish:
Next, I fried the chicken breasts in my usual way, and set them aside to drain off excess oil. Then I put on some lightly salted water and brought it to boiling. Now, around here we like our pasta on the firm side, so if it's destined for the oven, I only parboil. That's a fancy way of saying half-cook. I looked at the package directions, which said to cook for 10-12 minutes, and cut that number by about 1/3. Ergo, I let the mostaccioli cook for about 7 minutes before draining.
Now it's time to start the layering. I always start with a little bit of olive oil, to help keep the pasta from sticking to the bottom. I sprinkled the olive oil into a shallow baking dish, and tilted the dish around to distribute. After that I spooned in a thin layer of tomato sauce.
I dumped in the mostaccioli with another sprinkle of olive oil...
...and added the remaining sauce. I put the chicken breasts on top of that, and finished with a combination of mozzarella and Parmesan. If I have asiago or Romano cheeses around, I usually throw those on top too. I added a final shake of parsley, and baked it in a 350° oven.
In another 30-45 minutes I had a delicious chicken Parmesan!
I feel I should apologize for how imprecise my cook times always end up. I'm overly reliant on my nose and eyes, I guess, to tell me when food is done. With baked pasta, I'm looking for two signs. The sauce should have gotten good and thick, and the cheese should be turning a nice brown around the edges. It's that cooked-cheese smell that alerts me when I should go in and have a look.
With an iceberg salad on the side, this makes more than enough for Doug to take a generous portion to work the next day. He has jealous office mates.
I realize, at least in my part of the country, it's already getting too warm to heat up the kitchen for this kind of dinner. But, as always, if anybody tries it, I'd love to hear how you made it your own, and how it turned out, in the comments.
Chunky Chicken Parmesan
What I used for this dish:
- Multi-use tomato base (recipe here)
- Oregano, basil, cilantro & parsley
- 3 boneless skinless chicken breasts
- Buttermilk, flour and spices for breading
- Half a box of mostaccioli
- 1-2 tbsp olive oil
- Mozzarella and fresh-grated Parmesan cheeses
- Salt & pepper
Next, I fried the chicken breasts in my usual way, and set them aside to drain off excess oil. Then I put on some lightly salted water and brought it to boiling. Now, around here we like our pasta on the firm side, so if it's destined for the oven, I only parboil. That's a fancy way of saying half-cook. I looked at the package directions, which said to cook for 10-12 minutes, and cut that number by about 1/3. Ergo, I let the mostaccioli cook for about 7 minutes before draining.
Now it's time to start the layering. I always start with a little bit of olive oil, to help keep the pasta from sticking to the bottom. I sprinkled the olive oil into a shallow baking dish, and tilted the dish around to distribute. After that I spooned in a thin layer of tomato sauce.
Run your sauce through the blender if you don't like it chunky.
I dumped in the mostaccioli with another sprinkle of olive oil...
Spaghetti and rotini also make good chicken parm.
...and added the remaining sauce. I put the chicken breasts on top of that, and finished with a combination of mozzarella and Parmesan. If I have asiago or Romano cheeses around, I usually throw those on top too. I added a final shake of parsley, and baked it in a 350° oven.
In another 30-45 minutes I had a delicious chicken Parmesan!
Let it cool at least 5 minutes before digging in.
I feel I should apologize for how imprecise my cook times always end up. I'm overly reliant on my nose and eyes, I guess, to tell me when food is done. With baked pasta, I'm looking for two signs. The sauce should have gotten good and thick, and the cheese should be turning a nice brown around the edges. It's that cooked-cheese smell that alerts me when I should go in and have a look.
With an iceberg salad on the side, this makes more than enough for Doug to take a generous portion to work the next day. He has jealous office mates.
I realize, at least in my part of the country, it's already getting too warm to heat up the kitchen for this kind of dinner. But, as always, if anybody tries it, I'd love to hear how you made it your own, and how it turned out, in the comments.
March 21, 2010
Steak on the barbie
How do we at Casa York celebrate sunny skies, the start of spring, and college hoops to die for? With steak, silly!
While Doug was washing up the breakfast dishes (I am so spoiled), I got the steaks started marinating.
On sale, these babies were $2.25 apiece. Hooray for affordable luxuries! First I lightly salted and peppered both sides. Then I smashed some garlic cloves, and rubbed them on the surface. I tossed in about a half an onion, coarsely cut, and added some celery seed and cilantro.
A few splashes of Frank's Red Hot and green Tabasco went right on the meat. Then I poured Worcestershire around the edges, until the bottom of the dish was covered. I added enough water to bring the liquid level with the tops of the steaks.
We watched basketball for a few hours before I started the potatoes. I scrubbed them in cold water and set them on squares of aluminum foil. Here's where things started coming apart. Queen Forgetful over here keeps forgetting to buy proper coarse salt. So plain old Morton would have to do. While the potatoes were still damp, I poured salt into my palm, and rubbed it all over the skins.
Rolled 'em up nice and tight, put 'em in a baking dish, and popped them in a 350° oven. Mishap #2. I checked them after 30 minutes and they weren't getting done at all. Cranked it up to 400° and sulked. I was freakin HUNGRY already! Soon, it was time to start the grill.
All I did, was politely suggest, he ought to hitch up his britches before I took his picture. I was trying to be nice, and not broadcast a carpenter crack on the internet. Sheesh.
Anyway, this little portable gas grill is an old friend to me. But Doug has never used it. We had a big charcoal grill in Kentucky that we opted not to bring along. We like our little cottage, but it's got no porch, i.e., no place to keep a big grill out of the rain.
I cut the rest of my onion into slices. Mishap #3. I've also grown accustomed to the big old charcoal grill, and I sliced the onion way too thick for the portable.
Once the onions were about half-cooked, we added the steaks. I strongly advocate grilling onions alongside meat. Maybe it's inside my head, but I swear it improves the flavor of both. While the meat was on the grill, I put together a couple of salads.
The onions started getting black on the outside. Doug took them up. The steaks got to medium-well. Doug took them up. I pulled out the potatoes from the oven, and? Still. Not. Done. Argh!!
So he put the steaks back on the grill and turned the heat down to low. We enjoyed our salads and stalled a little more, but before long the steaks were threatening to over-cook. Screw it. Let's eat. The damn taters had been in the oven an hour! Surely, they must be ready...
Here's when I actually realized I'd cut the onions too thick. Black on the outside, raw in the middle. Crap. And the taters? A shade too hard inside. Double crap.
Oh well, live and learn. Next time I'll try 425° for the baked potatoes. And cut the onions thinner. And wait a little longer to bring out the meat.
In spite of all this, the well-done steaks came out tender and juicy. Thank you marinate! And thank you Douglas, for happily eating your sub-standard dinner without a complaint.
Grilled New York Strip with Steakhouse Sides
What I used:
- 2 steaks
- 1 large onion
- 4 or 5 cloves of garlic
- Worcestershire
- Pepper sauces
- Salt & black pepper
- 2 large potatoes
- Butter & sour cream
- Salad fixins
While Doug was washing up the breakfast dishes (I am so spoiled), I got the steaks started marinating.
Thin-cut New York strips
On sale, these babies were $2.25 apiece. Hooray for affordable luxuries! First I lightly salted and peppered both sides. Then I smashed some garlic cloves, and rubbed them on the surface. I tossed in about a half an onion, coarsely cut, and added some celery seed and cilantro.
Note: marinates are a great way to use vegetable scraps, if like me you don't have compost collection. Celery leaves, bell pepper seeds, and lemon peels often make their way into my marinates. I didn't have any of that stuff on hand this particular day. Just throwing it out there.
Next I added the liquid ingredients.
Artistic? Or just off-center?
A few splashes of Frank's Red Hot and green Tabasco went right on the meat. Then I poured Worcestershire around the edges, until the bottom of the dish was covered. I added enough water to bring the liquid level with the tops of the steaks.
Cover and pop in the fridge.
We watched basketball for a few hours before I started the potatoes. I scrubbed them in cold water and set them on squares of aluminum foil. Here's where things started coming apart. Queen Forgetful over here keeps forgetting to buy proper coarse salt. So plain old Morton would have to do. While the potatoes were still damp, I poured salt into my palm, and rubbed it all over the skins.
Aaand, you can't see the salt. Awesome.
Rolled 'em up nice and tight, put 'em in a baking dish, and popped them in a 350° oven. Mishap #2. I checked them after 30 minutes and they weren't getting done at all. Cranked it up to 400° and sulked. I was freakin HUNGRY already! Soon, it was time to start the grill.
You see what I have to put up with?
All I did, was politely suggest, he ought to hitch up his britches before I took his picture. I was trying to be nice, and not broadcast a carpenter crack on the internet. Sheesh.
Anyway, this little portable gas grill is an old friend to me. But Doug has never used it. We had a big charcoal grill in Kentucky that we opted not to bring along. We like our little cottage, but it's got no porch, i.e., no place to keep a big grill out of the rain.
I cut the rest of my onion into slices. Mishap #3. I've also grown accustomed to the big old charcoal grill, and I sliced the onion way too thick for the portable.
Time out, mmmmm... grilled onions...
Once the onions were about half-cooked, we added the steaks. I strongly advocate grilling onions alongside meat. Maybe it's inside my head, but I swear it improves the flavor of both. While the meat was on the grill, I put together a couple of salads.
Spring mix, sharp cheddar, & garlic croutons. Also, tomatoes for me!
The onions started getting black on the outside. Doug took them up. The steaks got to medium-well. Doug took them up. I pulled out the potatoes from the oven, and? Still. Not. Done. Argh!!
So he put the steaks back on the grill and turned the heat down to low. We enjoyed our salads and stalled a little more, but before long the steaks were threatening to over-cook. Screw it. Let's eat. The damn taters had been in the oven an hour! Surely, they must be ready...
Funny, it doesn't look like a poorly cooked mess...
Here's when I actually realized I'd cut the onions too thick. Black on the outside, raw in the middle. Crap. And the taters? A shade too hard inside. Double crap.
Oh well, live and learn. Next time I'll try 425° for the baked potatoes. And cut the onions thinner. And wait a little longer to bring out the meat.
In spite of all this, the well-done steaks came out tender and juicy. Thank you marinate! And thank you Douglas, for happily eating your sub-standard dinner without a complaint.
March 20, 2010
Botany 051: remedial plant growin
Last week I walked out of my house, and discovered a lovely surprise! I'm happy to share it with y'all on this first day of spring...
My grandma always called them Easter flowers. You know, because they rise up every spring from the dead winter ground. Perennial. I know that word.
Still, I fear I should have used zoom to capture the above picture. For you see, I am dangerous to plants. I've killed off low-maintenance rock stars like cactus and bamboo. In childhood, when my girl scout troop-mates grew flowers and veggies from seeds, I habitually ended up with a half-pint milk carton of dirt. Just, dirt.
Must I accept this as destiny? No I say! I don't know how many innocent plants will have to die. But I will grow something. Oh yes. I will grow something. In fact, I am tending a sweet tater vine right now.
They let preschoolers grow these. Call it a confidence-builder, assuming the damn thing survives. Look closely; I've spotted three roots poking through!
Jamie's magnificent garden blog gets me inspired and keeps me motivated. She informs me I ought not to worry, even though the water was turning cloudy and starting to reek. Don't panic, just change the water. Genius! And she didn't even call me a dumbass.
On her advice I'm also gonna start a windowsill herb garden. Can't you just picture me picking fresh basil for yummy spaghetti sauce? No? Me neither. But I'm gonna try, dammit.
Anyone else out there garden impaired? Or overcome a similar impairment? Actually, maybe don't answer that. I will relentlessly bug you with boneheaded questions. Ask poor Jamie...
The trusty interwebs tell me these are daffodils. In MY yard!
My grandma always called them Easter flowers. You know, because they rise up every spring from the dead winter ground. Perennial. I know that word.
Still, I fear I should have used zoom to capture the above picture. For you see, I am dangerous to plants. I've killed off low-maintenance rock stars like cactus and bamboo. In childhood, when my girl scout troop-mates grew flowers and veggies from seeds, I habitually ended up with a half-pint milk carton of dirt. Just, dirt.
Must I accept this as destiny? No I say! I don't know how many innocent plants will have to die. But I will grow something. Oh yes. I will grow something. In fact, I am tending a sweet tater vine right now.
Matchin my ambition to my abilities
They let preschoolers grow these. Call it a confidence-builder, assuming the damn thing survives. Look closely; I've spotted three roots poking through!
It's alive... it's alive... IT'S ALIVE!
Jamie's magnificent garden blog gets me inspired and keeps me motivated. She informs me I ought not to worry, even though the water was turning cloudy and starting to reek. Don't panic, just change the water. Genius! And she didn't even call me a dumbass.
On her advice I'm also gonna start a windowsill herb garden. Can't you just picture me picking fresh basil for yummy spaghetti sauce? No? Me neither. But I'm gonna try, dammit.
Anyone else out there garden impaired? Or overcome a similar impairment? Actually, maybe don't answer that. I will relentlessly bug you with boneheaded questions. Ask poor Jamie...
March 18, 2010
All boys, report to the gym
That's code, from my middle-school days, for "we're going to talk about periods." Eewww...
It's not very feminist or body-positive of me, but I totally hate my period. I hate PMS, I hate bloating, I hate cramping, I hate bleeding. I hate scrubbing underwear, jeans, and bedsheets. I hate cravings, I hate exhaustion, hate hate hate!
Deep breath... Okay, so, on to how this rant belongs in any way on a food blog. A bit of background first:
I started cooking for realsies last August, in response to being unemployed. Knowing we'd need to cut back on our spending, I decided I'd contribute as much domestic labor as possible. Holler Marxist feminists! Celebrate use value! And it freakin worked. We eat better than ever, and spend about half as much money. Farmers markets, sale bills, and coupons make fresh ingredients more affordable than processed meals. It was either that or go back to tuna fish and ramen noodles. Come on, man. We're in our 30's.
What I didn't expect were some of the health effects. Stupid, right? I mean, I figured we'd feel better, have more energy, maybe lose some weight. And all those things came true, to varying degree. Here's what surprised me. My period.
I used to endure half my life in hormone hell. I'd have a week of nasty, nasty PMS. Tight clothes? Check. Lack of energy? Check. Bitchiness? Speak-to-me-and-I'll-tear-your-lips-off. Then, in the next week, I could look forward to three solid days of debilitating pain. I swear I have two wrinkles on my forehead that are strictly from cramp-cringing. Oh, and heavy bleeding for another four days after that.
Last September, I had a super light, easy period. Only mild PMS, only one day of pain, and only three days of ugly underwear. Score! The next month(s), the same thing. It wasn't til December that I put it all together.
Say... I wonder if the eating better has solved some of my period problems. Duh Misty. Just... duh.
It's now come to the point that I barely even have PMS. Which, actually kind of sucks, because my period sneaks up on me. I guess I need to learn to look for smaller signs. Like, feeling weepy at the Cold Case rerun I was barely watching. As opposed to, chewing my husband's face off for folding a sweater the wrong way. His sweater.
I'm not saying all this to gloat. In fact, it feels more like self-justification. Know what else I hate? Well, lots of things, but snobbery's a big one. And now I'm becoming a food snob. But I can't turn back! A tenth of my life in hormonal hell is SO much less awful than half.
Oh and, I still hate my period. Hate hate hate. But I'm grateful to have a lot less to hate on.
It's not very feminist or body-positive of me, but I totally hate my period. I hate PMS, I hate bloating, I hate cramping, I hate bleeding. I hate scrubbing underwear, jeans, and bedsheets. I hate cravings, I hate exhaustion, hate hate hate!
Deep breath... Okay, so, on to how this rant belongs in any way on a food blog. A bit of background first:
I started cooking for realsies last August, in response to being unemployed. Knowing we'd need to cut back on our spending, I decided I'd contribute as much domestic labor as possible. Holler Marxist feminists! Celebrate use value! And it freakin worked. We eat better than ever, and spend about half as much money. Farmers markets, sale bills, and coupons make fresh ingredients more affordable than processed meals. It was either that or go back to tuna fish and ramen noodles. Come on, man. We're in our 30's.
What I didn't expect were some of the health effects. Stupid, right? I mean, I figured we'd feel better, have more energy, maybe lose some weight. And all those things came true, to varying degree. Here's what surprised me. My period.
I used to endure half my life in hormone hell. I'd have a week of nasty, nasty PMS. Tight clothes? Check. Lack of energy? Check. Bitchiness? Speak-to-me-and-I'll-tear-your-lips-off. Then, in the next week, I could look forward to three solid days of debilitating pain. I swear I have two wrinkles on my forehead that are strictly from cramp-cringing. Oh, and heavy bleeding for another four days after that.
Last September, I had a super light, easy period. Only mild PMS, only one day of pain, and only three days of ugly underwear. Score! The next month(s), the same thing. It wasn't til December that I put it all together.
Say... I wonder if the eating better has solved some of my period problems. Duh Misty. Just... duh.
It's now come to the point that I barely even have PMS. Which, actually kind of sucks, because my period sneaks up on me. I guess I need to learn to look for smaller signs. Like, feeling weepy at the Cold Case rerun I was barely watching. As opposed to, chewing my husband's face off for folding a sweater the wrong way. His sweater.
I'm not saying all this to gloat. In fact, it feels more like self-justification. Know what else I hate? Well, lots of things, but snobbery's a big one. And now I'm becoming a food snob. But I can't turn back! A tenth of my life in hormonal hell is SO much less awful than half.
Oh and, I still hate my period. Hate hate hate. But I'm grateful to have a lot less to hate on.
March 15, 2010
A little good karma
See that pretty lady in the middle?
That's Miss Amanda, my beloved baby sister. (The great ox on the end is my brother Jeremy. He'll get his own post someday.) I got a lot of reasons to admire my sister. Pretty. Did I mention pretty? Also super smart and pee-your-pants freakin hilarious. She's a hardworking single mom who don't take crap from anybody. I guess that's no surprise -- the bitch-force is strong in my family.
This year Amanda signed up for the American Cancer Society Relay For Life. I know!!! I am duly impressed! I realize it's not really a race, but you'd have to put a mean dog after me to keep me circling a track all night long.
However, being the dedicated slacktivist sister, the least I can do is help drum up publicity. I'm asking every reader of this post to support Amanda's Relay For Life team.
Relay For Life is a fund-raising effort for the American Cancer Society, a community-based voluntary health organization dedicated to eliminating cancer as a major health problem. The ACS pursues cancer advances through research, education, advocacy and service -- and offers cancer patients, survivors, and their families a place to turn.
Please make a gift today using this secure online form, or this handy printable form.
Amanda is also offering Relay For Life Luminaria for a suggested gift of $5. A luminaria is a paper sack, weighted with sand, containing a lighted candle. Each one bears the name of a person touched by cancer. Please contact me if you're interested in Luminaria, and I'll hook you up with the details.
Last, if you're in or near Metropolis, you can sign up to join the team. The ladies would appreciate your company and help!
Thank you everybody, for indulging me in karma-building. Now follow those links and build some for yourself.
That's Miss Amanda, my beloved baby sister. (The great ox on the end is my brother Jeremy. He'll get his own post someday.) I got a lot of reasons to admire my sister. Pretty. Did I mention pretty? Also super smart and pee-your-pants freakin hilarious. She's a hardworking single mom who don't take crap from anybody. I guess that's no surprise -- the bitch-force is strong in my family.
This year Amanda signed up for the American Cancer Society Relay For Life. I know!!! I am duly impressed! I realize it's not really a race, but you'd have to put a mean dog after me to keep me circling a track all night long.
However, being the dedicated slacktivist sister, the least I can do is help drum up publicity. I'm asking every reader of this post to support Amanda's Relay For Life team.
Relay For Life is a fund-raising effort for the American Cancer Society, a community-based voluntary health organization dedicated to eliminating cancer as a major health problem. The ACS pursues cancer advances through research, education, advocacy and service -- and offers cancer patients, survivors, and their families a place to turn.
Please make a gift today using this secure online form, or this handy printable form.
Amanda is also offering Relay For Life Luminaria for a suggested gift of $5. A luminaria is a paper sack, weighted with sand, containing a lighted candle. Each one bears the name of a person touched by cancer. Please contact me if you're interested in Luminaria, and I'll hook you up with the details.
Image via Relay For Life
Last, if you're in or near Metropolis, you can sign up to join the team. The ladies would appreciate your company and help!
Thank you everybody, for indulging me in karma-building. Now follow those links and build some for yourself.
March 12, 2010
Multi-use tomato base & veggie (beef) soup
I gotta say, all this self-disclosure is promoting self-awareness. Specifically, I've realized that almost all of my cooking revolves around a fairly small bag of tricks. Onion, garlic, bell pepper, tomato: without those four veggies, we surely would starve!
Here's an example. This tomato base underpins everything from vegetable soup to meaty 5-alarm chili. What can't you create from this starter?
You'll notice there's a piece of pablano on my cutting board but not on the list. What can I tell you? It was hanging around the fridge, not getting any fresher. I love this dish for clearing out veggies so they don't end up looking like science projects.
(Come to think of it, that last sentence made me sound really awful. Like, I would feed my family borderline spoiled shit. Which is so not the case. What I meant to say was, I wanted to use it before it turned questionable. You know, while still fit to eat.)
Back on topic: Brown a pound of ground beef in a saucepan. Drain the excess fat and set the meat aside in a shallow, towel-lined dish. Put the saucepan on medium to re-heat the remaining grease.
For no-meat sauce, skip the ground beef and just heat a couple tablespoons of olive oil in the saucepan. Either way, the oil is good and hot when a shake of black pepper sizzles.
Dump in your onion and garlic and stir gently. Give them a couple of minutes, until the onion starts looking transparent. Just before it starts to brown and caramelize, add the green pepper and some salt.
Sweat that down about 3 more minutes, then add all your tomatoes. In winter I always buy cans of whole tomatoes and use a small knife to kind of shred them. Blanch and peel fresh tomatoes, cut into wedges, and chuck them in -- juice, seeds, and all.
Reduce the heat to medium-low. Add salt and pepper, bay leaf, and celery sticks.
Bring to a low boil. Depending what the final application will be, season. I add green onion, parsley and cilantro to almost everything; oregano and basil in Italian dishes; or chili powder and cumin for southwestern fare. This is also where I add spicy peppers: hot habaneros, medium jalapenos, and mild pablanos are my favorites.
Sharp eyes may notice there's no ground beef in the photo. That's because this batch was destined for a fabulous chicken Parmesan. But since we've come this far, why not try...
Here's an easy finish for the starter. Dump in lentils, peas, green beans, corn, carrots, okra -- any veg you like to eat. Or perhaps, any veg you need to use before it spoils. Reduce the heat to low, cover, and walk away. Stir and taste occasionally, adjusting the heat and seasoning as necessary.
Keep it simmering gently for at least a half an hour. Remember, though, dishes like this just taste better and better the longer they cook. So, my advice is to leave it on the stove until you just can't take it anymore. Come to think of it, this should be an excellent crock pot creation. Do the prep the night before, then dump in to simmer all day.
Last, add a little cooked pasta or rice, and serve over cornbread or crackers.
Here's an example. This tomato base underpins everything from vegetable soup to meaty 5-alarm chili. What can't you create from this starter?
Tomato-based soup/sauce starter
- One pound ground beef (optional)
- 2 tablespoons olive oil (for meat-free)
- Half a large sweet onion, diced
- Half a bulb of garlic, minced
- Half a green bell pepper
- 2 cans tomatoes (alternatively, 10-15 fresh tomatoes, blanched and peeled)
- 2 sticks of celery
- 2 or 3 green onions, chopped
- 1 or 2 bay leaves
- Salt and black pepper
The savory basics, plus...
You'll notice there's a piece of pablano on my cutting board but not on the list. What can I tell you? It was hanging around the fridge, not getting any fresher. I love this dish for clearing out veggies so they don't end up looking like science projects.
(Come to think of it, that last sentence made me sound really awful. Like, I would feed my family borderline spoiled shit. Which is so not the case. What I meant to say was, I wanted to use it before it turned questionable. You know, while still fit to eat.)
Back on topic: Brown a pound of ground beef in a saucepan. Drain the excess fat and set the meat aside in a shallow, towel-lined dish. Put the saucepan on medium to re-heat the remaining grease.
For no-meat sauce, skip the ground beef and just heat a couple tablespoons of olive oil in the saucepan. Either way, the oil is good and hot when a shake of black pepper sizzles.
Dump in your onion and garlic and stir gently. Give them a couple of minutes, until the onion starts looking transparent. Just before it starts to brown and caramelize, add the green pepper and some salt.
About, this much green pepper
Sweat that down about 3 more minutes, then add all your tomatoes. In winter I always buy cans of whole tomatoes and use a small knife to kind of shred them. Blanch and peel fresh tomatoes, cut into wedges, and chuck them in -- juice, seeds, and all.
Reduce the heat to medium-low. Add salt and pepper, bay leaf, and celery sticks.
Yep just toss 'em in bloody mary style.
Bring to a low boil. Depending what the final application will be, season. I add green onion, parsley and cilantro to almost everything; oregano and basil in Italian dishes; or chili powder and cumin for southwestern fare. This is also where I add spicy peppers: hot habaneros, medium jalapenos, and mild pablanos are my favorites.
Sharp eyes may notice there's no ground beef in the photo. That's because this batch was destined for a fabulous chicken Parmesan. But since we've come this far, why not try...
Easy vegetable (beef) soup
Here's an easy finish for the starter. Dump in lentils, peas, green beans, corn, carrots, okra -- any veg you like to eat. Or perhaps, any veg you need to use before it spoils. Reduce the heat to low, cover, and walk away. Stir and taste occasionally, adjusting the heat and seasoning as necessary.
Keep it simmering gently for at least a half an hour. Remember, though, dishes like this just taste better and better the longer they cook. So, my advice is to leave it on the stove until you just can't take it anymore. Come to think of it, this should be an excellent crock pot creation. Do the prep the night before, then dump in to simmer all day.
Last, add a little cooked pasta or rice, and serve over cornbread or crackers.
March 05, 2010
Spicy honey BBQ wings
I wonder, when Doug reads this blog, how much he really enjoys the play-by-play of his dinners. Also, what if he's planning my murder? Waiting patiently until I write up all his favorites? What's he got under that tarp in the basement?
I kid! We don't have a basement.
In other words, he never says much about having his culinary life splashed across the Internet. But a couple of weeks ago...
One thing I've learned though: it pays to start small, with what you know. So before I go tackling any big old racks of anything, let's play barbecue wings for a while.
Y'all about ready for some deep-fry action? Preheat some plain vegetable oil in a deep, heavy bottomed skillet on medium-high. Or use a fancy fryer and provoke my jealousy. Any neutrally flavored, high smoke-point oil will work, like canola oil or vegetable shortening. Mainly? Just stay out of the extra virgin olive oil or your smoke detector will hate you. We'll come back to this...
I kid! We don't have a basement.
In other words, he never says much about having his culinary life splashed across the Internet. But a couple of weeks ago...
Doug: I read where you made a barbecue sauce for your lunch the other day. Maybe you ought get serious with some barbecue. Like, a big old rack of ribs.True love.
One thing I've learned though: it pays to start small, with what you know. So before I go tackling any big old racks of anything, let's play barbecue wings for a while.
Spicy Honey BBQ Wings
First, gotta marinate the chicken in some buttermilk. Don't have buttermilk? Add 1 tbsp lemon juice per cup of milk, let it sit 15 minutes, then add the chicken. Salt and pepper your wings, and soak them overnight in the fridge.
Don't mess with them frozen wings.
Y'all about ready for some deep-fry action? Preheat some plain vegetable oil in a deep, heavy bottomed skillet on medium-high. Or use a fancy fryer and provoke my jealousy. Any neutrally flavored, high smoke-point oil will work, like canola oil or vegetable shortening. Mainly? Just stay out of the extra virgin olive oil or your smoke detector will hate you. We'll come back to this...
Next comes the breading. For 10 wings, I probably used 2 cups of flour, seasoned with salt and pepper, maybe marjoram. I add cayenne pepper too, but you can get color without heat using paprika. Two rules for breading: simpler's better, and trust your taste.
Mix your breading right in a gallon Ziploc.
So that hissing pot of oil, huh? I poked around the Internet and found temperature recommendations between 350° and 375°. That ain't how I learned to cook though. Here's my secret.
Drop in a pinch of the breading. It'll sizzle up vigorously when the oil is ready. Now we pull those wings out of the buttermilk.
Take just a few at a time. I did two batches of five, which fit nicely in the Ziploc and pan. Pick up a wing, let the excess milk drip off, and lay it in the bag. Seal the bag once you've made a layer.
Toss the wings to coat them thoroughly. Now gently add them one by one to the fryer. This part is a little high-intensity for photographs. Not to mention goop-covered. I will say this: I try to place the wings away from each other in the oil. If you think of a clock face, I start at 12, then work my way clockwise. It helps at about wing four, by which time the oil is spitting like a volcano.
In, I'd say 12-15 minutes my wings were done. I like the skins extra crispy and golden brown. They could probably have come up at 10-12. It's a personal preference. Once they start floating, the meat is cooked through.
It's really important only to deep fry a few items at a time. You don't want the food to be crowded, nor should you lower the oil temp too much. So I moved this first batch into a casserole dish, and stuck them in a 350° oven. This has a double-bonus of removing some excess oil.
That's pretty much the universal chicken-frying procedure. I'm not gonna lie; it took me some trial and error before getting confident. The buttermilk marinate has almost made it foolproof. I ought to shout out chef Emeril Lagasse for that revelation.
So while that second batch is frying, let's mix up some sauce, huh? You could actually do this any time, but I'm a multitasker. I poured near-equal parts honey and ketchup in a large mixing bowl.
I was trying for a honey barbecue sauce like you get at the wing places, which? Not so much. I have a feeling those are mustard-based, so at least I have a project for next time. Anyway, to this base I added liquid smoke, cayenne, green Tabasco... probably cilantro... lemon juice, maybe? I've lost it. No, it wasn't a Buffalo Wild Wings honey barbecue. But it turned out sweet-spicy and wholly enjoyable.
Just before serving, gently toss your wings in the barbecue sauce. Blot extra sauce on the sides of the bowl and then...
Add a beer and a ballgame, and who needs a sports bar?
Dig my action-photography skillz!
Drop in a pinch of the breading. It'll sizzle up vigorously when the oil is ready. Now we pull those wings out of the buttermilk.
Did I mention, don't mess with frozen wings?
Take just a few at a time. I did two batches of five, which fit nicely in the Ziploc and pan. Pick up a wing, let the excess milk drip off, and lay it in the bag. Seal the bag once you've made a layer.
Trap some air in there for easy shaking.
Toss the wings to coat them thoroughly. Now gently add them one by one to the fryer. This part is a little high-intensity for photographs. Not to mention goop-covered. I will say this: I try to place the wings away from each other in the oil. If you think of a clock face, I start at 12, then work my way clockwise. It helps at about wing four, by which time the oil is spitting like a volcano.
In, I'd say 12-15 minutes my wings were done. I like the skins extra crispy and golden brown. They could probably have come up at 10-12. It's a personal preference. Once they start floating, the meat is cooked through.
Eeaat meeee...
It's really important only to deep fry a few items at a time. You don't want the food to be crowded, nor should you lower the oil temp too much. So I moved this first batch into a casserole dish, and stuck them in a 350° oven. This has a double-bonus of removing some excess oil.
Eeaat ussss...
That's pretty much the universal chicken-frying procedure. I'm not gonna lie; it took me some trial and error before getting confident. The buttermilk marinate has almost made it foolproof. I ought to shout out chef Emeril Lagasse for that revelation.
So while that second batch is frying, let's mix up some sauce, huh? You could actually do this any time, but I'm a multitasker. I poured near-equal parts honey and ketchup in a large mixing bowl.
I could use more photogenic bowls, I think.
I was trying for a honey barbecue sauce like you get at the wing places, which? Not so much. I have a feeling those are mustard-based, so at least I have a project for next time. Anyway, to this base I added liquid smoke, cayenne, green Tabasco... probably cilantro... lemon juice, maybe? I've lost it. No, it wasn't a Buffalo Wild Wings honey barbecue. But it turned out sweet-spicy and wholly enjoyable.
Now you know why a large mixing bowl!
Just before serving, gently toss your wings in the barbecue sauce. Blot extra sauce on the sides of the bowl and then...
Can't have wings without celery!
Add a beer and a ballgame, and who needs a sports bar?
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