>> Monday, April 13, 2009
This is not a picture of Hashbrown Casserole. It is a picture of a coconut layer cake based on this recipe from Alton Brown with a standard (meaning not coconut flavored) seven minute frosting. This cake did not contain fresh coconut in any form, nor did it contain coconut extract. Free tip - substituing canned coconut milk for coconut water in seven minute frosting doesn't work. Another free tip - vague memories of purchasing some kinda extract that may or may not have been coconut will not make coconut extract miraculously appear in your cabinet. Thank you.
It was pretty good a couple of hours after it was made but was fan-freakin-tastic the day after. I highly recommend making this the day before you wanna eat it because otherwise it might not seem worth the effort.
This is also not Hashbrown Casserole but it is instead our family standard Sweet Potato Stuff. It's made from roasted sweet potatoes that are peeled then roughly mashed with butter and a little salt and topped with copious amounts of tiny marshmallows and pecans then drizzled with maple syrup and warmed until toasty. Diabetics and those with weird dessert masquerading as side dish phobias need not apply.
If for some odd reason you came here to see Hashbrown Casserole, might I suggest that you go here instead.
>> Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Boy took his girlfriend out for Korean the other day and made a swing through the market next door afterward. What can I say? He's a kid of habit. Anyway, he found this cute lunch set and bought it. For me. He's pretty much the best Boy ever. And then I filled it with some awesome leftovers!
1. roast chicken and vegetables
2. Big Love salad
3. glorious chard
4. dark chocolate
Add this to an eye roll free weekend and I'm ridin' the first Mommy high I've felt in a long, long time.
>> Monday, April 6, 2009
Classic Sunday Dinner leavin's with the addition of a plum. And carrot sticks. 'Cause who ever heard of carrot sticks with a Classic Sunday Dinner? Nobody, that's who. Who wonders what in the heck I was thinkin' with that weird camera angle? Me, that's who.
1. potato salad
2. grilled pig
>> Thursday, April 2, 2009
Sit back, I'll tell a tale in my special disjointed way.
You know what a beer fridge is, right? Well I have one. Like all good beer fridges it lives in the garage. It holds beer. And occasionally abominations. And it's freezer holds overflow. Like tuna.
Sometimes I get a craving for something and when that happens nothing else will do. Like teryaki. I had the best bottled teriyaki sauce in the free world, I just needed something to dump it on. Like tuna.
As luck would have it, I had tuna. Frozen. In the freezer, but not in the beer freezer. Two packages, four chunks. I wavered. I wasn't crazy hungry. He doesn't love tuna OR teryaki. Boy was with the girlfriend. Boo was sleeping off a belly full of ramen. I went for it. All four chunks would insure leftovers for lunch. And I like tuna.
I marinated. I seared. I reduced. I steamed rice. I ate tomatoes. And maybe some little bit chocolate. Or more. Anyway, when it was ready, I was done. So He ate alone. Like a king. Or a pariah. He didn't look happy. But that's not an unusual look for him. I asked him if it was good. He said "the sauce is good" but I don't really like tuna.
He ate. I watched. He chewed. He swallowed he finished. He asked more than once why I wasn't eating. Finally he admitted this much - "it's pretty fishy". My thought? It's fish Einstein. I bet it tastes like tuna.
Eventually I wandered over to the stove and started to pack up my lunch. I broke off a little bite and popped it in my mouth and 1.7 seconds later spit it out into the sink. Fishy? Fishy my ass. Tasted more like the armpit of Satan than like tuna.
Cue over analysis. Yes, I know it makes people hate me. I can't help myself. And I remembered how several weeks ago He mentioned that the beer fridge had died. And then a few days later he mentioned that it had been resurrected. Don't worry! Beer is safe! Who cares about stuff in overflow freezer? Like tuna.
Stuff that had maybe thawed for one or two or seventeen days 'cause I think about drinking beer WAY more often than I actually haul my butt out to garage to fetch one. Stuff that maybe He looked at, and touched, and then maybe thought something like "hey, it's still cold!". Then maybe he decided it would be start to move that stuff into the house freezer. Stuff like tuna.
1. teryaki tomatoes
3. apples with honey and yogurt
Know what? Teryaki tomatoes are damn tasty. And not at all like tuna.