It’s a burrini. A Panitto! It’s veggies wrapped and pressed and delicious. Just make it, and love me. Continue reading
It’s a burrini. A Panitto! It’s veggies wrapped and pressed and delicious. Just make it, and love me. Continue reading
Merry 2013 Chitlins! I hope you enjoyed your holiday as much as I did. Mine was mostly relaxing. We had a minor incident involving the puppy, a bucket of chocolate covered raisins, and a frantic two hours on the phone with poison control. Good news though: the puppy is fine, dinner was only delayed two hours, and Christmas wasn’t ruined. Hooray!
So perhaps you remember before the break how I spent an entire day with the female members of The BF’s family making approximately 4.2 million pierogies. It wasn’t so bad really. I mean, despite starting at 8am and finishing well after 2pm. We did get to eat all the defects, and we made some fresh pasta, and there was an amazing lunch spread. Plus I have about 20lbs of pierogi chillin’ in my freezer.
I took a bunch of pictures and got the recipes for Christmas! This is mostly a photo essay with a recipe at the bottom. Apologies if the photos are a bit crummy, I was too lazy to edit and this was with my old camera.
Cheers to a happy 2013!
OH Hai Chitlins! I’m coming at you live from Freak Nature City it seems. First we have this Sandy broad roll through and eff shit up, and now suddenly it’s snowing. I mean whatevs, I’m cool listening to my Christmas tunes and drinking spiked eggnog while the wind whistles outside. It’s no biggie. Anyone else have AccuRadio’s Holiday channel streaming from now until December 26th? Just me? Oh well.
Oh hey y’all! How’s it hanging? I made some fall pizza for yunz (name that accent!).
We’ve been having some absolutely gorge fall weather in NYC this year. Easily the nicest, mildest transition from summer into fall we’ve had in the last five years. It is absolutely divine. The evenings have that nice buttery light with a slight crisp in the air, that smells so fresh even in the city. Makes me wish I could just grab it all in a giant hug and squish it.
You don’t get that? Just me? Okay then…..moving on.
Now I know cold noodles aren’t everyone’s bag. I’m not a fan of cold soups and some people love gazpacho. In the same way, some people really only prefer their noodles hot. I don’t necessarily go out in search of cold noodles; usually it just happens because I’m too lazy to heat up my leftover spaghetti (or I’m too tired to wrangle with the microwave which is on top of our fridge which basically requires me to use a step stool to reach it comfortably). But sometimes, I also actually just crave cold noodles.
Oh man Chitlins! Do you guys have farmer’s markets near you? Because the Union Square Greenmarket is just bursting with amazeballs summer produce right now. It’s a veritable panoply of choices, I can hardly control myself. The best part though, is that I’m not the only one obsessively taking photos of produce now. It seems like everyone in New York is fascinated with all the colors!
Chitlins, I have a super easy “30-minute meal” for y’all. It goes well with that naan I posted recently (when the heck did I post that, like a week ago?). It’s great if you’re having one of those massive brain fart days where you can’t even seem to remember your own address, or birthday, or the day of the week. That’s how I feel today, do you ever get that? Is there such a thing as delayed jet lag? ‘Cuz I totally think I’m experiencing that.
Sometimes when I make a recipe, I don’t change it all. I mean, maybe I sub a different herb because I’m lazy or I have some crazy herbs growing in my backyard. Sometimes, I don’t know enough about the flavor combo/cooking technique to feel like I need to experiment just yet. Other times, I have guests coming and I’d rather not end up with an epic kitchen fail and nothing to serve. Memorial Day would fall into every single one of those categories.
Lordy, Lordy Chitlins, it has been a very hectic week for me. I’m surprised I’m even getting a chance to post anything today given I was practically on my deathbed Tuesday with a stomach bug. Let’s just say I’ve been subsisting on crackers, ginger ale, and coconut water while having intermittent dreams about being mauled by lions in my stomach. Yeah. The smell of most food right now turns me off completely so it was a total battle of the wills to get these tacos photographed for you this morning.
BUT! I persevered because I have finally made a dish that even The BF didn’t want to make any changes to it. It’s a freakin’ miracle. In fact, he enjoyed it so much he said to me, “I give you permission to put these on the blog.” Oh I didn’t tell you? I have to ask him permission before I post anything. *cough*yeahright*cough*
A few weeks ago, after several months of half-assed planning, The BF and I trekked out to Connecticut for an evening with a few good friends. It had been decided way back in December that it would be absolutely necessary for me to learn some classic Israeli cooking from his friend Zig. It’s an area I know absolutely nothing about and judging by the delicious smells of spices wafting out of Zig’s fridge, I knew I had to learn. Chitlins, allow me to introduce to you one of the most awesome dishes I have had the courtesy of tasting, consuming and enjoying that actually {gasp!} involves fish.