Category Archives: Meat

Lamb Tacos with Tomatillo Sauce

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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*

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Venison Stew

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Last week was a big week of firsts for The BF and I. For starters we successfully acquired a “household” Costco card. On Wednesday of last week, yours truly had finally achieved one of her life’s dreams: to own a Costco card of her own to buy ridiculous amounts of products that no single individual could ever need or use in a reasonable amount of time. Yes, this is true. Do I want four-dozen eggs, five pounds of bacon and a literal sack of flour? No, I don’t. But can I buy it? Absolutely. Will I buy it? The magic eight ball is saying “Chances are high.” I am about to have a very crowded and over stocked apartment, dear friends.

The second big event? Our first ever couples retreat. Yeah, that’s right. We whisked our lovely friends off to the wonderful world of rural Vermont for a weekend of booze and over indulging in food. How did we stock up for this monumental event? A trip to Costco of course, where I purchased $50 of booze that was quickly consumed in one evening. It was a sodden and glorious weekend of communing with nature, board games and a crackling fire.

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Grilled Salt and Pepper Steak

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I can't even take credit for all the styling here. The BF arranged the asparagus so prettily.

Two weeks ago I traveled a rather circuitous route to Penn State to attend an award ceremony for my father. I took a train from New York out to my parent’s house in Connecticut and was going to drive out to Penn State from there with my mother the next day; yes I traveled east to go west. Not forty minutes into our trip, the tire on her car exploded. I shit you not, the tire e.x.p.l.o.d.e.d. It felt like we were going over some pretty horrendous rumble strips, so I slowed down a bit while we puzzled it out when I noticed that controlling the car kind of really sucked. My mother started screeching, “PULL OVER AISLINN SOMETHING IS WRONG!!” So I calmly and deftly pulled over, avoiding a rotten ‘possum carcass, whereupon we were engulfed in a smoke cloud of stinking burning rubber. Awesome.

It gets awesomer (real word, I promise you). My mother’s tires are “run-flat” which means, ostensibly, you can drive on them for fifty miles going no more than 50mph if you get a flat. Too bad we ripped open the entire side of the tire and it was completely deflated. Like a really sad inner-tube. It also means, that BMW does not provide you with a donut tire and/or tools to fix it yourself. Nope. Nothing. If you don’t have AAA you call the BMW hotline or whatever, listen to a completely incompetent woman ask if you’re in a dangerous situation (“I’m stranded on the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere, you tell me how to objectively tell you if this is a dangerous situation.”), butcher the name of the highway you’re near (the Taconic, pronounced Tuh-con-ic, not Taw-son-ich) thus ensuring no one will ever find you, and then after half an hour tell you it’s going to be another two hours ‘til the tow truck comes. Awesomer.

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Chicken Cord on Blue

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My father is not very good at languages. It’s a well-known and oft joked about fact in our family. Sometimes he’ll grace us with his rendition of instructions written in different languages. Where some people are tone-deaf, my father is “accent-deaf,” and he speaks everything in a hopeless American accent that would make a native-speaker of the other language cringe. We find it hysterical. If it’s a matter of repeating what someone else has told him, he has better luck, sort of.

My mother is a bit better. For all her love of languages, there are often times where she will repeat a single word over and over trying different accents and emphases. It can be humorous, though after several attempts one begins to wonder if she merely enjoys hearing the sound of her own voice. Lovely as her voice is, one word stuck on loop can be a bit daunting at times.

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