She takes my breath away on a daily basis. Just thought I'd share her.
Monday, January 23, 2012
- The League. If you have Netflix watch both seasons and then come back here and tell me how much you love it. You don't have to like football, or even know anything about football, to enjoy the hilarity. DO NOT WATCH WITH KIDS PRESENT. Unless they are too young to learn to say things like "take a ride on my suck-stick". You have been warned.
- There are a few blogs that I read with regularity, mostly because I've added them to my Google Reader on my phone. I can't believe I ever kept track of my favorite blogs any other way, so here are a few that I adore.
- My Daguerreotype Boyfriend. If I even have to explain why this website is an obsession you don't know me at all.
- Fuck Yeah, Victorians! Paintings, clothing, old articles and recipes from the Victorian Era. This blogger updates a lot, and very rarely do I skip even one post. This particular image was a recent personal fave.
- Ten Sexy Ladies. The dude that writes this also has a Twitter feed, and while I find Twitter repugnant on so many levels his stuff is hilarious in both locations.
- Adventures of Ange. She's a pal of mine, check her out.
- The Pioneer Woman Cooks. Yes, Ree is a little over the top with her hallelujahs and amens about everything from butter to brussel sprouts, but I've made her Perfect Pot Roast so I know she can put her money where her mouth is.
And in my even more immediate future..... bed, sleep, and another 2 weeks in my current job. So excited to learn something new!
Sunday, January 22, 2012
I solicited for ground beef recipes on facebook last weekend and got lots of good ideas. One that I thought sounded just unusual enough to experiment with was Taco Soup. It's crock pot friendly, and as you can see from my ingredient picture includes dry ranch dressing mix. So this morning I woke up early (5ish) and got started on it.
First I got a little more than a pound of ground beef browned up. I chopped up one of those onions and set that aside. Then I started throwing it together.
Let me be clear: I planned to use the tomato paste but didn't. And the green chiles were in my pantry so I threw them in because green chiles are delicious. They weren't part of the original plan. It's called kitchen improv. Go with it.
All canned goods went in with their liquid, and I added one extra cup of water after mixing it all up since I am cooking it for 6 hours. A friend of mine said she added a can of V-8 so that is also an option. The meat and onions got added at then end, and now it's cooking on low while I drink coffee and read a book.
Now I wait. But I will be posting the conclusion of Crock Pot Weekend once some pals come over and tuck in. I have a feeling my kids will love it, considering they both GOBBLED UP those enchiladas last night.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
My Food Network Kitchen
I tend to spend a lot of time at home in my kitchen. Cooking, chatting on the phone, eating, cooking some more, dancing with my kids. When we have people over I tend to start over-explaining to anyone within earshot what exactly it is I'm doing and why I'm doing it. My friend Morgan (who is in the process of starting her own blog, welcome to the blogging unisphere!) likes to mock me without mercy because I seem to be suffering from delusions of being a Food Network chef.
I don't even have to be cooking something to explain, with intricate detail, what I'm doing when changing a song on the mp3 player, or putting away my dishes, or pulling a bag of chips out of the pantry. Minute, inane chatter that really could go without saying.
I'm going to stir this pot, then I'm going to check to see if I have enough salt in it.
Once these dishes are put away I'm going to sweep the floor.
After I finish this beer I'm going to make the kids a cuppy of milk.
I like to chop my cilantro using scissors, it is much easier than chopping with a knife.
These are all things that I think I have relayed to anyone in the kitchen with me, regardless of whether they really care. I can't even stop myself. If you've ever been in my kitchen (and if you have you probably loved whatever I made you, right?!) you'll know that my breakfast counter faces my cooking area, and you've probably been a captive audience to some of the above verbal shenanigans. If you notice me giving a monologue of every action in the kitchen, please just pretend like you're filming me, which means you can't give your commentary on my commentary.
And please don't say anything about my lack of looking directly in the camera. I don't claim to be Food Network's next star, but I do like to live with the illusion that I could be if I really, really wanted to.