“Lucci was heartened; there was still good in the world, perhaps. Then he smelled a smell that made him heady, crêpes, and he could isolate each of the ingredients as he never could before: butter, sugar, flour, milk, even a little rum. He felt the ground until he found the plate, and pressed his fingers into a soft stack two inches high.”
-Lauren Groff, Delicate Edible Birds
Spicy Sun Dried Tomato Soup and Grilled Cheese with Bacon, Basil and Havarti
_ _ Delicious. I wish it was cold out so I could let the soup warm me nicely, instead of causing me to wipe the dripping sweat off my face while making it.
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“I lived on rum, I tell you. It’s been meat and drink, and man and wife, to me.”
-Robert Louis Stevenson, Treasure Island
Panko-Crusted, Bacon Mac & Cheese
_ _ Despite being raised by two fairly sensible adults, as I grow into an “adult” myself, one childish naïveté that I have yet to shed is my absolute love for, and belief in anything and everything infomercial. I’m currently the proud owner of a Jack LaLanne juicer, multiple sets of free weights and 3 separate DVDs that promised to be the easiest way to lose weight EVER! There’s nothing quite like convincing yourself that as soon as “this next” package arrives, your life will change drastically for the better… I’m the ultimate consumer and QVC’s dream clientele… Yet, while P90X and The Firm collections accumulate dust on my bookshelf, my cookbooks are far from unused.
_ _ As mid-summer approaches, rather than strengthening my resolve to make this the season that I look smokin’ in a swimsuit, the hot weather has caused me to make a new resolution: “next year.” In no way is this dish a light summer meal, but it’s so darn good you won’t regret making or eating it.
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“Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a pauper.”
Burger Sliders Topped with Cranberries, Red Onion and Brie, or Cheddar and Dill Pickles
_ _ When you’ve been “going steady” with someone for awhile, most people can look back on the courtship with fondness– you remember butterflies, romance and getting to know someone new and exciting. But sometimes things just go so very, very wrong. My first date with Nick was on a hot Boston summer night, he drove down to meet me from Connecticut and because we had agreed to be casual, he showed up in cut-off camo Army pants and a Celtics jersey. Hilarious… And then he called me the wrong name. Not quite as hilarious. We had a lovely dinner at a local sushi restaurant, where I proceeded to blurt out completely inappropriate things because my nerves had apparently erased my inner-sensor. Had the date ended there I don’t think we ever would have seen each other again, but thankfully we also decided to catch a movie! As we trekked down the steep sidewalks of Mission Hill towards the train to the theater, my sandal broke and simultaneously the skies opened and began pouring rain… I wish I was kidding. I took a gamble and decided to board the train sporting one shoe– I figured I’d either end up with a second date because I showed I could roll with the punches… or with him thinking I was a disgusting human being. I got both.
_ _ Nearly three years later, we’re still together. Sometimes things that you wouldn’t expect to work, make the best combinations; that’s the lesson I learned from my relationship as well as these burgers. Did I essentially just compare my boyfriend to a beef patty? Yes.
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“Seeing is deceiving. It’s eating that’s believing.”
Thin Crust Pizza with Black Beans, Sweet Corn, & BBQ Chicken
_ _ One of my best friends from college has been in the Peace Corp for the last two years, but she and I bonded immediately during our freshman orientation, in the way that any solid friendship does: with the discovery of shared irrational fears and quirks. We quickly learned that we both love the scent of skunk (I’m the creep that rolls down the window at the first hint of the odor); and we both are absolutely petrified of whales. She felt more strongly about killer whales, while having nightmares about the giant blues is more my style… They have baleen and their babies are born the size of a school bus. Do I really need to explain myself further?
_ _ We also shared a torrid love affair with the California Pizza Kitchen. Although I rarely actually get a pizza there, I eat the cheesy bread sticks like starches won’t exist tomorrow and then I move on to the BBQ chicken salad. This pizza is an homage to both the salad and the restaurant’s namesake… and to anyone else who hates whales.
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“Food is our common ground, a universal experience.”
Eggplant Slider with Fresh Basil, Tomato, Mozzarella and Balsamic Dressing
_ _ 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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“There is no love sincerer than the love of food.”
-George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
_ _ Fact: Some scientists believe (and I have cause to agree) that in some people there is a GENETIC predisposition to hate cilantro.
_ _ I used to believe that if you didn’t like a certain food, it was because you just hadn’t experienced it– you didn’t have an open mind… until I came across one glorious website. Indulge me as I share several of my favorite haikus with you:
Soak your dirty feet
In lemon water and drink.
Tastes like cilantro.
This is *NOT* Basil!
How dare you lie to my face!
For this, you shall die.
Oh tasty taco
Is there a stinkbug in you?
No, its cilantro.
…FYI if you wish to join the movement, you can find 20 more PAGES of these at ihatecilantro.com. Brilliant.
_ _ Seafood was another of my great dislikes for several years. Although none can compete with the horror that cilantro inflicts upon my tastebuds, fish was regarded with a similar disdain. With great shame I admit that it wasn’t until after my six years spent in New England, that I had my first crab cake… I developed a liking… and then the other night I paid $13 for a single cake. I don’t think so, my friend. Then and there I resolved to make my own, and that I did. Enjoy the fruits of my labor…
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