Easy Slider

“Food is our common ground, a universal experience.”

-James Beard

Eggplant Slider with Fresh Basil, Tomato, Mozzarella and Balsamic Dressing

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_ _ I recently moved to a new place and I never realized how much I would miss cooking until all my pots and pans were packed away for over a week. I told my friend I was craving these little sandwiches and she made me feel like an idiot when she asked if you could “crave something you’ve never made before.” Yes. Yes, you can, and I was.

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Hot Pockets Eat Your Heart Out…

“Nobody says anything at any meal, to anybody. All the passengers are very dismal, and seem to have tremendous secrets weighing on their minds.”

– Charles Dickens

Pizza Monkey Bread

 _ _ When my sister and I were little, our mother rarely kept what our generation considers “childhood food” in the house. Things like Chef Boyardee and Easy Mac were looked upon with disdain. I think it’s the chemicals in the food that she’s opposed to; she has developed many “theories” regarding food packaging and modernization, all of which end with humans dying out after discovering that non-stick bakeware causes genetic mutations… or things of that nature. So these are my take on Hot Pockets [insert Jim Gaffigan joke here] made sans preservatives!

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Three B’s And A Couple P’s…

“And now, Doctor, we’ve done our work, so it’s time we had some play. A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony…”
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Red-Headed League

Bacon, Basil and Brie in Puffed Pastry with Maple-Bourbon Gastrique
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_ _ This past week I decided to class my life up a little. I was sick of eating Easy Mac, watching Red Box movies and sitting around in my bathrobe. Just kidding, I could never be sick of being in my bathrobe… and former roommates can attest to this embarrassment. I wanted to attempt to recreate an AMAZING dish that is served at the restaurant that employs me, but I quickly realized that I would have to adjust the recipe to accommodate my tiny kitchen and limited cooking gadgets– so I shook my fists at the heavens and cursed the fact (for the millionth time) that I do not have a deep fryer… After I was done with those theatrics, I turned my attention to figuring out how I could incorporate cheese, bacon and maple syrup into a single recipe.

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Voila!

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Eeeeasy Sun Dried Tomato Pesto

“Great sorrow or great joy should bring intense hunger–not abstinence from food, as our novelists will have it.”
-Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Poison Belt

French Bread Crostini with Sun Dried Tomato Pesto

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_ _When you’re waiting for your dinner in a restaurant, I don’t think there’s anyone out there that doesn’t get just a little excited when you see your waiter finally heading towards you with an armful of plates. I never realized however, until my boyfriend pointed it out, that I actually start wiggling in my seat… I quite literally do a “happy dance” when I know I’m close to being fed. Get. In. My. Belly. Now that I’m aware of my actions, I try to control myself in public and I know Nick appreciates that (ok, Fun Police). When I’m making food at home, this dance doesn’t usually make an appearance but tonight was an exception—I took one bite of this and felt my shoulders starting to move…

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A Tip Of The Tipsy Hat To You Sandra Lee…

 

“Well, many’s the long night I’ve dreamed of cheese–toasted, mostly . . . “

Robert Louis Stevenson, Treasure Island

Semi-Homemade Oven Toasted Ravioli

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Just Because I Love Orange Food…

“Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity.”

-VoltaireSoup

Carrot-Ginger Soup

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_ _I went through a phase last winter during which time every dish I made turned out to be red or orange. They just felt so festive and in the desolate wasteland that is upstate New York in late February, you take what colors you can get. When you’ve dragged yourself home through the gray, slushy snow, and your commute has taken 30 minutes longer than necessary because Cornell students cross the streets en masse without even a glance to make sure that there isn’t a Mack truck barreling down on them… *deep, gasping breath after that run-on sentence* A hearty, spicy soup is the perfect antidote to the blues. Nom nom nom.

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