tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83984697209341281722024-03-05T15:11:48.599-05:00Throwdown: Me vs. The CookbookWriter. Foodie. New Yorker.Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-83212152250827526082012-10-14T11:05:00.002-04:002012-10-14T11:05:45.368-04:00Good Morning StarshineWell good morning! I can't tell you the last time I posted in the morning...maybe not ever? There's a first time for everything.<br />
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I've decided to make today a lazy day. Everyone's entitled to one, right? I woke up about an hour ago and I'm still in my pajamas. I don't even care.<br />
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I had a great week of cooking that I'd like to share though! Let's start with Tuesday. Er, before Tuesday. Last weekend I went upstate to visit Ryan and attend our friends' wedding. Starting the Friday before I left, I could feel myself getting sick. My head was feeling pressure, my throat felt weird, and I knew I had some post-nasal drip going on. Gross. All this being said, by about Sunday I was going through boxes of tissues and feeling a bit foggy. So even though I had Monday off from work, I took Tuesday off as well to get some extra rest. For the record, it was worth it because at this point, I'm pretty much over sickness, and normally it would take longer. Bazinga.<br />
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So after resting and getting a lot of work done on Tuesday, I made a trip to Trader Joe's. Good parts of this trip: It wasn't nearly as crowded as it usually is, I stayed under what I wanted to spend on groceries for the day, I found awesome pre-made soup for days when I don't want to cook. Bad parts of the trip: They started using paper bags, then switched to plastic bags giving me about 7 to take on the bus (even though I told them I needed to take them on the bus), I had to redistribute the groceries once I stepped out of the store to consolidate into paper bags, One of the bags broke open the minute I stepped off the bus. Needless to say, it was tiring for a sick kid.<br />
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Later that day, I decided to make homemade soup for lunch for the week. I opted for my mom's Three Mushroom Soup recipe....but only used two different kinds because that's all TJ's had to offer. I also replaced the shallots I couldn't find with another onion, which was probably a bad idea because the soup is really onion-y. I still eat it though.<br />
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To make the soup, you cook the onions in some butter (you're not supposed to brown them, but I did a little because of my love for caramelized onions), then add in some garlic. Next, you had two containers of baby bellas, and two containers of shitake mushrooms (make sure you take the stems off of these). You're also supposed to add oyster mushrooms. You let all of these cook down and then add two containers of vegetable stock. I added one and a half since I had less mushrooms. You're also supposed to add a bay leaf at this point, but I didn't have any so I added a bunch of Italian seasoning. Bad idea. The end result will have you picking twig like things out of your mouth. Don't. Do it.<br />
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After this cooked for about 20 minutes, I lowered the heat and used my immersion blender to make it a thicker soup. Then I added in a tiny bit of cream, which accounts for its somewhat gross color. I taste tested for salt and pepper and added some until it was just right. And then I actually said, "mmmm." I'm pretty sure that when you live alone, that's how you know it's good.<br />
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Wednesday night I cooked a Chicken and Broccoli Stir Fry recipe that I found in Food Network magazine. It's quickly become one of my faves, especially since I rarely make Asian foods. I started by coating the pieces of chicken. You're supposed to mix one egg white with sherry and a little flour. I mixed one egg white with apple cider vinegar and a little natural peanut butter. I figured that might be a better thickening agent than flour...and I was totally right.<br />
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I cooked the broccoli by boiling it for a couple minutes, then draining it and running some cold water over it to keep it crisp. Then I sauteed the chicken pieces and placed them in the oven after just to keep them warm. I caramelized some onions, then added chopped garlic and bell peppers, then added back in the broccoli and chicken and a sauce I made with the vinegar peanut butter, and a touch of soy sauce. Oh! And some chopped raw almonds. After letting this all mesh together, I dumped it all on my plate.<br />
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It was way too much food. I was crazy full after eating like, half of this. But so delicious! I find that when I've tried to add peanut butter to stuff like this before, it just becomes a thick mess, but by mixing it with other things beforehand, it works really well. It was my decision to add the onions, and I'm glad I did because it added some much needed sweetness. The apple cider vinegar also gave it a nice tang, which might not be for everybody, but I totally dug it. I also think it's important to watch the veggies in a stir fry, because you want them to stay crisp. With stuff like broccoli, don't cook it too long and hit it with cold water. And with peppers, add those last and just get them steaming a bit. Other wise you're going to have a big plate of mush.<br />
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Also, I didn't add rice or any grain/carb to this, and I totally didn't need it because of how filling everything was!<br />
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Thursday night I met up with my friends for dinner. I scoped out some places on Urbanspoon and came across this little gem: Ippudo.<br />
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It's a ramen restaurant, which I guess are kind of trendy right now, but I had never been to one. The only ramen I've ever had has come in a little plastic package with a packet of "flavoring" (aka salt). And I can safely say that I will never eat that store-bought ramen again. Ippudo has made that a certainty. Honestly, I don't really know what was in my ramen other than pork, but it was so melt-in-your-mouth delicious that I don't even care. We also started the meal with some edameme that came with citrus salt (shut the front door), and split a dessert of green tea creme brulee. I've never had creme brulee, and I'm mad at you all for not giving it to me sooner.<br />
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Lastly, Friday night I decided to just throw together a big salad with some sauteed chicken on top. And I made my own vinaigarette. I whisked together olive oil, balsamic vinegar, dijon mustard, salt and pepper. You seriously have to whisk this and a lot. You can't just take a fork and go at it like you're making scrambled eggs. No. You need a WHISK, and you need to go crazy on it. You end of with something that's thicker and creamier, but without the cream. I definitely got a big hit of that Dijon mustard, which is a taste I'm still getting used to. But the biggest thing making my own dressing taught me was how much sugar is in those pre-made dressings. I'm used to a really sweet and tangy balsamic vinaigarette, but this was tangy and slightly bitter. I really liked it, but I kind of wish I had some feta and craisins in my salad rather than just chicken, celery, carrots, tomatoes, olives, and parmesan. Next time.<br />
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Have you bored you enough with my food obsession? Probably. But I'll leave you with this: I've decided that Pumpkin Spice Lattes are NOT where it's at with fall drinks at Starbucks. Especially because most locations load up on the syrup. Non-fat Salted Caramel Mochas are the best. I promise.Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-44156491237434153892012-09-28T22:02:00.000-04:002012-09-28T22:14:59.481-04:00A Good Start to the WeekendTonight....I made something new....<br />
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That's right, I cooked something new for the first time in a while! I do cook a lot, but usually recycle old recipes or play "what's in the fridge!" and add it to some pasta. But not tonight.<br />
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See, I was given an awesome surprise yesterday when I received a package at work. I was not expecting anything, and I assumed it was the usual promo merch. But no. This package was from my mom, so I knew it would be full of things I love. And it was!!! She packed it with a new running shirt (it says "Run Happy" with a cupcake on it. Perfect. Wearing it tomorrow), a new plaid hat, a bag of Reese's peanut butter cups, a Bills tissue box, some Ghiradelli chocolates in a Halloween tin, and two packets of seasonings.<br />
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These seasonings gave me some inspiration to cook. The brand is McCormick Gourmet, and the one I chose tonight was Chicken Scalopine.<br />
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I've never made this on my own, and I don't think I've ever had it anywhere. I didn't really know what to expect, but I opened the little pack and it smelled good. And the recipe on the back included wine. Can't really go wrong with a wine sauce.<br />
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I started by mixing 2 tablespoons of the seasoning with 3 tablespoons of flour, and dredged the chicken in it. I had two chicken breasts that I butterflied, then used the meat tenderizer on them. I've had bad luck with trying to get chicken to cook on time because the piece was too thick, so a couple months back I bought a meat tenderizer. The package told me it tenderizes meat. Which I guess is a good thing...because, well...yeah. Anyhow, it worked great, and I was able to get all the chicken pieces about the same thickness.<br />
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After dredging the chicken, I cooked it in some oil on medium heat for about three minutes on each side.<br />
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This took two batches, and when they were done I placed them on a plate and kept them warm in the oven (at about 200 degrees).<br />
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Next, I added in some sliced mushrooms (8 oz. to be exact, which is an entire package. I love when I can use all the food before it goes bad). You let those brown for a couple minutes, then deglaze with 1 1/2 cups of chicken stock, and 1/2 cup of white wine. You also add in the rest of the seasoning. Just looking at the color of the sauce, I knew it would be awesome.<br />
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That came to a boil, then I added in some rice, covered the pan, and lowered the heat for 25 minutes. What you saw above is my biggest pan, and I don't have a lid for it. So I improvised with a plate, and nearly burned my fingers in the process. It was interesting...and I think I need to just buy a lid.<br />
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So I sat back and relaxed while this finished cooking and my apartment started to smell like comfort food. It almost smelled like scalloped potatoes. Oh hey, maybe it's kind of similar...<br />
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After time was up, I took the chicken out of the oven, scooped some rice, mushrooms and sauce over top, poured a glass of the wine I had cooked with, and sat down to enjoy.<br />
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Yeah I know, not the prettiest presentation. And I know it looks like there's a ring of oil around the outside, but this wasn't greasy at all. And really, who am I trying to impress? I live alone with my cat.<br />
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The chicken was cooked perfectly, didn't get dried out at all, and the seasoning/flour dredge held the sauce well. The mushrooms soaked of the sauce well too (obviously, it spent the most time with it), but the rice wasn't great. I bought jasmine rice from Trader Joe's, so it's all organic and whatnot, and probably something I'm not used too. The package also told me to rinse the rice well before using and I didn't, which could account for the crunchiness...<br />
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You really couldn't tell that I had used packaged seasoning. Julia Child certainly wouldn't approve, but Julia Child probably didn't experience the spice prices that I do at the store. I'll take a pre-packed seasoning for a fraction of the price of the spices I don't have any day.<br />
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Oh yeah, and I have leftovers for DAYS. Always good on weekends when I plan on being lazy.<br />
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Kind of lazy anyway. I'm going to go for a long run tomorrow even though I'm not training anymore. I bet I'll end up running it faster than in training because that's just how my body likes to do things.<br />
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As for other foods, I made another trip to S'mac with some friends and tried their Parisienne. It used brie, shitake mushrooms, and figs. FIGS! Delicious. I felt pretty fancy eating this decadent mac n cheese. If you're ever in the city on a weekday and want something that's not overrun with tourists, visit S'mac in the East Village (I recommend weekdays because the line is seriously out the door on weekends, and tables are pretty scarce).<br />
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That pretty much covers life right now. There's an interesting episode of SVU on that I surprisingly haven't seen where Hillary Duff guest stars and I'm completely distracted.<br />
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Enjoy some photos I didn't upload from Long Lake!<br />
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<br />Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-17111474675588685432012-09-24T22:39:00.003-04:002012-09-24T22:39:47.671-04:00CliffhangerHave I kept you waiting long enough yet to hear about the end of our trip? Yeah I probably have.<br />
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I left off our story after grabbing some dinner with Rae. Delicious french fry-filled dinner. Our initial plan after that was to go to Providence, but we changed our minds after looking at the map. We would've driven an hour to get down there, and then would've had to come back exactly the same way to get home, so it wasn't really "on the way." Instead, we drove half that amount of time the the T station in Alewife, and spent the day in Boston.<br />
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So I've been to Boston four times now, and I've seen a different part of it each time. And it's always awesome. This time around we explored Newbury St. (an area I surprisingly haven't visited before).<br />
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Sooooo nice! There were many stores that I only dream of being able to afford, but there was a Newbury Comics as well as bookstores and other places where I didn't feel too intimidated to venture in. I did go out on a limb to try a good olive oil place where it was over $20 for an 8 oz. (that olive oil better be magic if I'm going to spend that much. Maybe that's not really that much. But I live in NYC and any food in that amount over $20 is ridiculous to me) I decided I would try their Basil Olive Oil just to see what was in store. I tasted as the employee explained the flavor of it to me, and then began coughing almost uncontrollably as the oil hit my throat (Buffalo friends: think about the time a spice randomly exploded in my mouth, but I was in public and couldn't freak out). She THEN decided to add in that there were some "peppery notes" in the oil, which was what I was currently experiencing. I'm guessing she knew I wasn't going to buy anything and wanted to get some entertainment out of me.<br />
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We ate lunch at Boloco, which is known for their "inspired burritos." Most of the kinds they have there aren't your traditional burritos, unless you go for a make your own (and maybe they had a normal one?), but my attention went directly to the tikka masala burrito. If you like Indian food and haven't had tikka masala, you should probably try it right now.<br />
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As we were ordering we noticed they had nutella milkshakes. I haven't had a milkshake in years since I always try to eat my calories rather than drink them, but how can you not be intrigued by this?<br />
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We got one after we ate our food. I couldn't say no after someone on Foursquare claimed the milkshake took them to another world of delicious...er, something like that. Soooo worth it.<br />
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After completing our loop around Newbury St., we hopped back on the T to go into Cambridge since it was on our way back to the car. It had been a few hours since the burrito and milkshake situation, so we went to (what I think is) one of Ryan's favorite places: Cambridge Brewing Company. I had the best pumpkin ale I've ever had, and Ryan tried this sour ale that was brewed with cherries (like, seriously mouth-puckering sour...but super good!) and their porter. This place brews a mean beer. Their food was also great. I had fish and chips and it was served to me on faux newspaper.<br />
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We spent one more night in the same hotel in Massachusetts, then drove back to Albany on Friday. Then Ryan picked up his copy of Borderlands 2, asked me to play it with him, and now I'm considering buying it myself. It's not anything like the games I usually play (which would be crazy adorable games like Little Big Planet and Katamari or something like the Sims), and by the end of the day (because we played for HOURS), I could almost say I was satisfactory at it. Basically my character was no longer running in circles wasting ammo.<br />
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I went back to the city on Saturday to give myself a buffer day before work started up again, and was greeted by a kitty who was very happy to see me.<br />
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He was treated to a meal of Fancy feast yesterday, and he actually picked up one of the turkey chunks with his claw and ate it off his paw. He's a smart lil guy.<br />
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And now, I'm back to eating at home, which is probably a good thing since I need to detox a bit from vacation food. And though I still write about food in here a lot, I haven't been experimenting all that much and tend to be writing more about my life...so I think a blog name change is in order. Thoughts? Suggestions? Feelings?<br />
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That's all I've got for now. Perhaps I'll find the motivation for another update later in the week!Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-69904396132280342302012-09-19T21:24:00.000-04:002012-09-19T21:24:05.102-04:00NASCAR and Nasty WeatherThe journey continues!!!<br />
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Our story left off at a little motel in Burlington, VT where a dog greeted me in the office when I checked in and out. That alone totally rocked. Our last day in Vermont was a rainy one. Like, a really rainy one. In fact, it didn't stop POURING until we got to our next destination. Rain always makes driving the biggest chore ever. And for the record, flip flops are not the best thing to wear in such conditions....<br />
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The day started with us meeting Erik for some bagels at the Burlington Bagel Cafe. I had a Cheddar Dill bagel with veggie cream cheese. I think that just about says it. I approved it as a resident of NYC. We said our good byes to Erik after we ate, then headed to Loew's to fix our one car obstacle the entire trip. Basically one of the screws on Ryan's license plate holder kept coming loose, and I have learned from experience that you don't want your back license plate to fall off. The cops WILL notice (even if the back of your '95 Ford Taurus is completely smashed because an SVU rear-ended you while speeding down Center St. to buy cigarettes on their lunch break), and they will write you a ticket. And you'll forget to start crying to weasel your way out of it.<br />
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Anyhow, Ryan ended up being able to fix it, and we headed on out to Waterbury, VT: home of Ben & Jerry's. I've wanted to visit the Ben & Jerry's Factory for quite some time now. Probably at least since my freshman year of college during which I was their best customer, buying pints of Chubby Hubby whenever I had a bad day and eating it while venting with my roommates. Did I mention I gained the Freshman 30 during that year?<br />
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We trudged through the rain from the parking lot up to the building, bought our tickets for a tour, then just kind of got out of the way of the other tourists. Our tour guide was great, super laid-back and pretty funny, probably not much older than me. She led us up the cow stairs, which were covered in paintings of cows, and had speakers playing "moos" along the way (those that couldn't/didn't want to take the stairs were directed toward the "Vanilla-vator"). We watched a short movie about the start of Ben & Jerry's and their company philosophy. It actually made me respect the company even more, even though I certainly don't need to be buying their product on a regular basis.<br />
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From there we went up to the mezzanine where we could see the production line. We couldn't take pictures, but you couldn't really see a ton of what was going on anyway. Ryan guessed correctly that they were making Peanut Butter Cup ice cream that day though. He didn't win anything. I also learned that one step of their process if pumping "Vermont air" into the ice cream. They call is "dairy air." Get it?<br />
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Next came the tasting room where they gave us samples of Stephen Colbert's Ameri-cone Dream. The samples were much bigger than expected! And the ice cream was delicious, I actually hadn't tried this kind before despite how much I like Stephen Colbert. A child asked for seconds. There were no seconds. And our tour guide told us that everyone that worked there could bring home three pints of ice cream a day. THREE! She was pretty skinny, so I had a hard time believing she took advantage of that often, but then she told us that you can barter ice cream for pretty much anything in Vermont. I mean, I would trade stuff if it meant getting ice cream in return, so I believed it.<br />
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We exited the tour at the gift shop where I bought a dog treat for my neighbor who's watching my cat (because she has a dog), and Ryan got a sweet mug. We then set out for Manchester, NH...basically because we could.<br />
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The drive was very rainy, and the highway was very boring, but we made it to Manchester in one piece, and very hungry. Other than breakfast, we had only had a sample of ice cream (we had planned on stopping at Cabot cheese to complete our dairy tour of Vermont, but it turned out to be pretty out of the way), so our priority was food.<br />
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I had made our hotel reservation from my phone during our drive, and had apparently booked a smoking room without knowing. As a New Yorker, I forget that smoking in enclosed places is kind of normal in other states, and I still find it unacceptable. We were able to switch to a non-smoking room, but not without being scolded by the man at the front desk first. He told us more than once that we were lucky we could even get a non-smoking room at this point because of the NASCAR race coming up this weekend, and all the rates are going up because of the NASCAR race, and every year the NASCAR race fills all the hotels, and the NASCAR race makes all the rates go up. And then he told me he's been in this business for 16 years and - because he was trying to help us for the future - you should always call the hotel after making a reservation online. Sorry buddy, but doesn't that defeat the purpose of me making it online? Isn't technology pretty much reliable at this point? He told me that in another situation like this, someone took a swing at him because they couldn't get the room they wanted. I was about to take a swing at him if he said NASCAR one more time....<br />
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We didn't feel like hanging out in the room all night, so we ventured over to a mall and ate at a Bertucci's. It's a chain Italian restaurant, but because we don't have them anywhere near where we live, we found it acceptable on vacation. And we were hungry. So we ordered sangria, an appetizer of this cheesey artichoke dip, a side salad each, and big plates of pasta...which we both pretty much finished. We had an awesome waitress who joked around with us a lot, and upon seeing our clean plates, she quoted <i>Anchorman</i> in saying: "I'm not even mad, I'm just impressed!"<br />
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And then we went back to the hotel and lazily lounged around in carbohydrate comas.<br />
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The hotel check-out was at 11 am this morning, so we headed out to the next destination: Shrewsbury, MA. It only took an hour and 15 minutes to get here, and I drove on highways for the first time in forever! Seriously, I even used cruise control. Cruise control is one of the best things ever invented. I only experienced a stereotypical angry Massachusetts driver as I got off the last exit and had to make a left turn onto a busy street where there wasn't a light, just a stop sign, and as he hemmed and hawed while I DIDN'T turn into oncoming traffic, I remembered reasons why I don't miss driving. It's all about the other drivers.<br />
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Before meeting up with my best friend since birth, Rae, we explored the area between Shrewsbury and Southborough, stopping at Newbury Comics, Target, and (wait for it) Wegman's.<br />
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I can't even begin to tell you how much I've missed Wegman's. You can keep your Whole Foods and Trader Joe's and whatever other "awesome" grocery stores you may claim you have, give me Wegman's and I will be in heaven. We got subs from there for lunch and I swear I heard the "Hallelujah Chorus" play as I took a bite. It was my 7 inch piece of home while on vacation. And thinking back, I didn't even check to see if they sold Bison dip, because I would've bought it in bulk and bought a cooler to bring it all back to the city with me. Seriously people, it's that good. And worth it.<br />
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We went to a little bar and grill with Rae where I got a mushroom and swiss burger with BBQ sauce, and everything was served with like, a pound of french fries. Delicious french fries. As we all sat there talking about how there were so many french fried, I agreed and continued to eat them ALL. And then I ate some of Ryan's. don't judge me, I ran 13.35 miles three days ago.<br />
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And now, we're once again lounging around in food comas. I love vacation. So. Much. Or maybe I just love food. Or the company. Or the food.<br />
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Until next time...Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-31271897534478010492012-09-17T23:24:00.001-04:002012-09-19T20:39:53.304-04:00Running and Road TripsI should probably think of a different name for this blog, because it's about to take a different turn, at least for this week. Because.....I'm on vacation!!! For those who know me/follow this, you know I've been training for a half marathon, and that's what kicked this whole thing off. Be prepared for a very long blog entry.<br />
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I got into Albany around my usual time Friday night and stayed with Ryan until he went to work on Saturday and my parents picked me up from his house. It was great to see them again! Then we went to get me all carbed up for my race at Pasta Pane in Clifton Park.<br />
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The meal started with fresh warm Italian bread, which I was able to eat tons of because, you know, I absolutely needed carbs. I chased that with a salad (with a spectacular balsamic dressing) and some pasta with sausage and eggplant in a crushed tomato sauce. Overall, we all thought it was awesome. I stayed with them that night so they could bring me up to Saratoga bright and early for my second half marathon.<br />
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It was the perfect day for running and the course was quite a challenge. Lets just say I was pretty happy I trained on hills. The start of the race was uphill, onto the Skidmore campus which was rolling hills, then came downhill through the middle of Saratoga. Then we went through the park (which is awesome), and I ran through SPAC and over a bridge to the 6 mile mark. I was feeling pretty good at this point though I had started out wayyy too fast, and as I was feeling tired, "Firework" by Katy Perry came on my iPod. Instant inspiration.<br />
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That was until the 7 mile mark where I practically got on my hands and knees to climb up a hill. I honestly wasn't expecting anything this steep, and I pretty much ruled out being able to beat my previous time after that. I was totally exhausted and my knee started to hurt, and the next water stop wasn't until after the 9 mile mark. I was angry, thirsty, and in pain. Bad combination. And every time we came upon another hill, I almost cried and I did actually say, "are you serious?"<br />
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I fought the urge to walk basically the rest of the time. Thank god a little old woman started running next to me around mile 10 to tell me to keep going. I ended up passing her, but I totally needed encouragement at that point. The rest is kind of a blur until after 12 miles where we came across a steep downhill, which believe it or not, is just as bad as a steep uphill. You have to control your body to 1) not barrel roll down the hill and 2) not blow out any muscles/joints/etc.<br />
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From going around curves and people, you always end up running more than the actual distance of the race, so when I looked down at my watch as I hit 13.1, I was at 02:02:09. I crossed the finish line having run 13.35 miles, and had a time of 02:04:21. I had a PR (personal record) either way, so I was sooooo happy. My parents and Ryan were there to cheer me on at the finish line :)<br />
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After cleaning myself up and feeling like a human again, Ryan and I hopped in the car for our first destination of the trip: Long Lake, NY. We stayed up at his grandma's summer home on Lake Eaton, which is absolutely beautiful. As if I hadn't had enough physical activity for one day, we took the kayaks out on the lake and paddled around, making friends with a female duck who followed us around. Even when she fell behind she flew to catch up with us.<br />
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We had Mexican lasagna for dinner, followed by berry cobbler and Stewarts' pumpkin pie ice cream for dessert (have I mentioned how much I love Stewart's ice cream yet? Because I do...), then had a campfire. I actually saw a boatload of stars in the sky, and I haven't seen any stars at all since moving to the city. I definitely miss stars.<br />
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Today began with a breakfast of bagels and bacon (win!) while overlooking the lake, then we headed into town with Ryan's mom. We hit up a few local stores, then saw Buttermilk Falls....<br />
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I loved it :)<br />
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Having just watched a ton of water, we were all pretty thirsty and headed to Stewarts. our cashier, Linda, may have been the worst/best Stewarts employee ever. First she scolded Ryan's mom for cutting in line (she actually didn't, a woman ordered a milkshake and walked away so we took her place), and then when Ryan returned to claim his winnings form his scratch off, she was making fun of another customer while talking to him. Apparently said customer pumped gas incorrectly, and Linda told Ryan just how much she hated when people did that. You go, Linda.<br />
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I got behind the wheel on the next leg of our journey. I must say, I also miss driving. I didn't really have to go on any highways, so I was pretty happy about that. Just a bunch of roads with beautiful fall foliage with a backdrop of mountains behind them. No big.<br />
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We headed up to Burlington, VT (my first time ever in VT) and made our first stop at the Magic Hat Brewery where our friend Erik works.<br />
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We sampled a bit and then went into Burlington to explore Church St. It's blocked off so cars can't go through it, and it's a really nice little promenade! Tons of shops and a few chain retailers (Urban Outfitters, Macy's, etc), and lots of restaurants. We went into a few, and I snagged a jar of Chocolate Maple Peanut Butter, made locally in Vermont.<br />
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For dinner we went to Manhattan Pizza (yes, I had to go to Vermont to get "Manhattan pizza") where they had half price wings. Two beers plus 12 wings each cost us a few cents over $20, my kind of place. I also give them the Buffalo stamp of approval. These wings were legit. Totally weren't breaded, fried to a crisp, and served with blue cheese and celery. I got the smokey BBQ ones that had a little bit of a zing to them. Ryan got the Hot Buffalo ones, and his mouth was on fire.<br />
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After that we hung out with Erik a bit more, and now we're in for the night! Stay tuned for more travels and adventures in food....Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-27822216646842653852012-09-03T14:25:00.000-04:002012-09-03T14:25:16.169-04:00Laboring on Labor DayLabor Day has never been anything special to me. I basically know that I have the day off and that my family is usually getting together and using the grill. You can't go wrong with that. So this is my first Labor Day on my own, others having been spent with my parents, others probably with college roommates watching reruns of The Hills....which may have also happened this year, just on my own. Don't judge me....<br />
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I didn't have too many definite plans this weekend, but I certainly kept myself occupied. My plan for Saturday was to go bargain hunting around the Upper East Side seeing as I haven't bought new clothes in about...a year. It's strange when you move out and need to decide between a new pair of shoes and the electric bill. Obviously, the electric bill wins out.<br />
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So I set out with my list of places to go with a couple things in mind to buy. The first stop was Modell's (kind of like Dick's Sporting Goods for those not in the know) where I was hoping to find a cheap Mets shirt to wear to the Mets v. Braves game this weekend. Well, they only sold Mets stuff in little boys sizes at this store (thinking about it now, I probably should've hit up a Modell's in Queens where the Mets play...) and I wasn't about to waste money on that. I left empty-handed after about five minutes.<br />
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Next I went to Urban Outfitters, where everything on sale was not work appropriate, and everything regularly priced was not of interest to me or too expensive. I also felt a little intimidated by the hipsters in there.<br />
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I went to Gap after that where I finally tried something on, and found out that I'm in between pants sizes so I can either where ones that are too big (making me look bigger, and who wants that) or ones that are too small. Disappointing.<br />
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Jackrabbit Sports was the biggest success of the day where I stocked up on Stinger waffles and Gu energy gels for the last couple weeks before my half. Everyone there was super nice, asked me about my training, and wished me good luck. Runners are the best. Seriously.<br />
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Last, I tried H&M. I was completely overwhelmed by the messy store. I tried on a pair of pants in the size that was too big on me at Gap, and I couldn't even fit my calf in them. What the hell? So I was already peeved at this point. Next I tried on this short lace dress with long sleeves. It started out great as I put it on, totally fit everywhere...and then the dress ended way too soon. Suffice it to say that I wouldn't be able to walk up the subway stairs without being obscene in this dress.<br />
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Feeling defeated, I knew I wasn't going to do any shopping for the rest of the day and I was starving. So I made my first trip to Shake Shack.<br />
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This is the closest I'll get to an In-N-Out burger on the east coast, and it's such a close tie. I only rate Shake Shack slightly higher because I noticed it was less greasy than the burger at In-N-Out. And I think I like In-N-Out's fries better (though Shake Shack's still ruled), but I guess I'm just going to have to try them again next time I'm in California. Darn :)<br />
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Sunday I woke up early to take on a 12 mile run in Brooklyn. I used my same 10 mile route and continued into Brooklyn Bridge Park to tack on the extra two miles. My goal was to pace myself, which worked really well while in Prospect Park. The first lap was great, and by mile 4 I was really feeling the humidity. I pressed on, keeping my pace, and was getting really tired by mile 6.<br />
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So I head out of the park around that time, and by mile 8, I was exhausted. I didn't want to walk though, so I continued on, dragging myself for two more miles. The last two miles were the worst. Brooklyn Bridge Park still has some parts under construction and the path is quite gravely over there, so I had to change my stride to accommodate it. It's also a lot more difficult to run on that surface. It's like running on a beach. So I had to walk for about a tenth of a mile overall (not terrible), and I did stop at mile 11 to take this shot:<br />
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The walk back to the subway was a slow one for sure, and I was pretty sore the rest of the day. I still feel it today but not as bad. The half is now less than two weeks away, and I've made peace with the fact that I won't finish it in less than 2 hours. Hopefully it will be less than 2 hours 7 minutes and some change!<br />
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Today I slept in, watched <i>I Love You, Man</i>, and now am making snickerdoodles. These are my ultimate fall cookie, and my mind is fall-focused after Labor Day, so these will be coming into work with me tomorrow.<br />
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Seriously, my apartment smells amazing right now. I need some hot apple cider to make this perfect.<br />
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I think that covers everything for now. No ideas for what's to come in food this week, so stay tuned :)Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-81272152133672540632012-08-28T22:25:00.002-04:002012-08-28T22:28:16.871-04:00When People Stop Being Nice, and Start Being RealI could sit here and tell you that things have been sooooo crazy lately, and it wouldn't necessarily be a lie, but I've certainly had time to blog...I've just been lazy. Regardless, there's much to discuss in the world of food and the world of Brianne.<br />
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We left off on the 10 mile run that wasn't, and I can safely say I more than made up for it the next day. Two Sundays ago I discovered Prospect Park, and I think I'm in love. Seriously, this park is beautiful. I like it better than Central Park. Yes, I really do. It's a challenging park for running, but it doesn't rub salt in your wounds like my park in Queens.<br />
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I did two 3-mile loops around the park, then headed out and up Prospect Park West, then went out on Union up to Boerum Hill. The weather was perfect and I felt awesome. I then tried to repeat this same route this past Saturday, and because I didn't eat breakfast (I know, me skipping a meal is unheard of), I failed miserably and cut it short at 6 miles. You live and learn.<br />
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Going back to the good run day, I triumphantly rode the subway back to my apartment covered in sweat and salt and probably some dirt, not really caring what others thought of me, but taking enough care not to get too close to anyone, then took a long nap with my cat laying on my legs. I woke up about an hour later then prepped for my first trip to the Port Authority Bus Terminal. Little did I know I was stepping into another world.<br />
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I wasn't getting ready to take a bus anywhere (my MegaBus days are OVER), but instead was waiting for one of my dearest college friends to arrive for a few days of fun! Poor Katie was stuck on the bus a good hour and a half longer than she expected, and I conducted an observational study of a night in the bus terminal.<br />
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Any time I heard someone talk about the Port Authority Bus Terminal, it was always, "whatever you do, don't let anyone convince you to stay the night there." Not a problem, I never have any intention of doing so. As I checked in there on foursquare, I read through the tips and none of them were wrong or exaggerated. There were plenty of homeless people offering to give people directions to their buses hoping for money in return, more screaming children than I could ever hope to encounter, and this overall feeling of dread and misery. That, my friends, is the bus terminal in a nutshell. It makes Penn Station look like paradise.<br />
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Katie got in late Sunday night and I took her to the diner for dinner because I take everyone there and it's awesome. I took Monday and Tuesday off so we set out the next morning for bagels and adventure. We took to train to Brooklyn hoping to get in some day drinking at the Brooklyn Brewery, and when we arrived we quickly learned that the tasting room is not open during the day Monday-Thursday. Huge bummer, particularly because I built up hype around the brewery cat, Monster.<br />
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Instead, we accidentally walked to the L at Bedford and went to Chelsea Market where we obtained gelato and proceeded to the highline. I've been on the highline a couple times now, and I still think it's one of the coolest things in the city.<br />
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We then headed back into Brooklyn where we caught a bus to Ikea. I had been to Ikea in Canada, but never one in my own country, and I have a fondness for cheap home furnishing. We had entirely too much fun and didn't buy anything. We explored each set up, tested chairs and couches, attempted to read Swedish, and saw that Statue of Liberty. Not bad for a Monday afternoon.<br />
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The bus ride back took us through Red Hook which reminded me of one of our favorite pastimes living in the dorms at college, and that was scheduling our night to watch <i>Real World: Brooklyn</i> - the greatest season of the <i>Real World</i> that was ever filmed. The house that the crew lived in was in Red Hook, and I was immediately struck with nostalgia and a need to own the season on DVD.<br />
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After dinner in Forest Hills at the wonderful Mint's Thai Kitchen (where I tried amazing Thai Iced Tea, calamari, and my standard chicken pad Thai), we walked back to my neighborhood and dug through Netflix and MTV.com. We totally found full episodes of <i>Real World: Brooklyn</i>...and watched a bunch of them.<br />
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The next day we met Katie's aunt in Bryant Park where we dined at the Bryant Par Grill, then came back for more <i>Real World</i> before I said goodbye. It was a lovely time with a lovely person who I missed very much!<br />
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Since then, I've cooked here and there, but haven't made anything mind-blowing. But can we talk about buying raw chicken fingers? Because this is a big issue.<br />
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For starters, I didn't realize I had bought chicken fingers rather than chicken breasts and the store, and considering I've worked with them rather miserably numerous times, I think this will be my last time. Looking at the package, you have no idea how many of them are in there. There are more than you think. And most are connected by this horrible thick, tough white....stringy thing that doesn't seem edible and that will destroy the chicken fingers when you try to pull it out of them. What the hell is this? Seriously! What is it! And why is it only in chicken fingers?<br />
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Anyhow, I made these recently, shook them in hot sauce, and realized I didn't have any ranch or bleu cheese to cool off my mouth. So I made my own...kind of. I mixed sour cream with an assortment of fresh herbs, added fresh lemon juice, salt, pepper, then whisked in some softened goat cheese to thicken it up. If I had had dill, it would've been tops.<br />
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This past weekend was a good one for food. Ryan visited and we went to Forest Hills again and tried Bareburger. Everything there is organic, and they try to keep most products local, plus they have a pretty cool assortment of patties.<br />
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I got The Western, which included pepperjack cheese, maple bacon, fried onions, coleslaw, and steak sauce. I wanted to go with bison for the patty (and if you haven't had bison meat, I highly recommend it. It's like beef 2.0), but didn't want to pay extra and opted for the grass-fed beef. Ryan got The Ruby which included havarti, pastrami, maple bacon, fried pickles, apple smoked onions, and horseradish mayo. He got it with the wild boar patty. Yes, wild boar.<br />
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We split an order of fries (they don't come with the burger) which came with three different sauces. One was curry ketchup (quickly becoming one of my favorite things), one was a "special sauce" that reminded me a lot of In-N-Out's sauce, and the third definitely had horseradish...and I didn't like it. But hey, two outta three ain't bad!<br />
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Last night included an hunger-induced trip to Trader Joe's, meaning we got tons of food. Most of it was stuff I actually needed, like milk, cereal, and dark chocolate bars filled with speculoos. And then we got beer. And Trader Joe's strawberry licorice (good god it's amazing). And tortilla chips. And popcorn. We actually didn't eat most of that last night though, instead we made the frozen orange chicken and biryani that we bought. Sometimes, it's fun to just throw things on a tray, pop them in the oven, and have dinner.<br />
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I think that pretty much covers my exploits from the last two weeks. More good things coming your way in the next few days!Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-72300092684241613812012-08-18T16:34:00.000-04:002012-08-18T16:34:04.520-04:00The Weather Forecast is a LiarToday is Saturday, meaning that it's long run day, and my long run was scheduled to be 10 miles. I had gone to bed early, set my alarm for 5 am, and had planned to be at the Manhattan side of the Brooklyn Bridge at 7 am to take advantage of Summer Streets before most people would. Instead I woke up at 5 am to the sound of thunder and pouring rain. I gave it another hour, and it was more of the same. I realized the storm wouldn't let up for awhile and by the time it did, EVERYONE would be at Summer Streets (defeating the purpose of the street being open).<br />
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So yeah, I didn't run today, and the forecast predicted more thunderstorms later in the day. I figured that traveling to Brooklyn to run today (since 10 miles in my neighborhood isn't gonna happen) would be pointless if I was just going to get cut off by more storms. Well the forecast lied. It's beautiful outside.<br />
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The plus side is that I carbed up last night and had plenty of energy to clean my apartment all morning. It pretty much sparkles now.<br />
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And now onto the food. I had my ropa vieja for lunch for two days, and it seriously got better each time. That recipe is a keeper!<br />
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I never ended up making fish tacos because I never ended up buying tortillas...or any other taco supplies...so I made some roasted veggie pasta.<br />
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This is still one of my go-tos when I don't want to do any heavy cooking or cleaning (thank you aluminum foil-lined baking sheet), and it's always a crowd pleaser. Plus it's been far too long since I had roasted Brussels sprouts. That should be a crime.<br />
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What I really want to talk about is my night-before-a-long-run-carb-up-meal that I made last night...<br />
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The first time I made this was maybe a week ago. I was being lazy and flopping around my couch after my post-work run, and did NOT want to clean at all. Because I'm against buying microwave meals and canned soups (sodium, y'all), I didn't have any quick fixes. I peeled myself off the couch and explored the cupboards.<br />
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In situations such as this, I pretty much know that whatever I cook will involve pasta, so I pulled down some penne, then turned to the fridge where I found some tomatoes and zucchini. This was a good start. I boiled some water then heated some olive oil in a pan and added some halved grape tomatoes. I didn't really know what I intended to do with this yet. I added some diced zucchini to this and just let it go while adding the pasta to the water. Next came some minced garlic, and once that cooked down I deglazed with some white wine.<br />
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I'm pretty sure you can't really gone wrong in combining white wine and garlic. My apartment smelled amazing.<br />
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I couldn't just leave the sauce/mixture/thing just like that, so i added chunks of goat cheese that melted into the wine and created a creamy but light sauce. I finished it off with some lemon juice, salt, pepper, and parsley.<br />
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Honestly, I had no idea how this would all come together, but it's fantastic. It's so tangy, and if you crush the tomatoes into the sauce you get this great sweetness. My only word of advice would be to limit the amount of zucchini you put in it, because it will soak up moisture like crazy, leaving you with some dry pasta. I used yellow squash last night (picture above) and probably chopped up too much, because I didn't have much sauce. It was delicious regardless.<br />
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I made food today too, but it was a simple pan-seared tilapia with roasted veggies on the side, no big deal. I will mention however that my boss supplied me with tons of fresh herbs from her garden on Friday, so I am definitely looking forward to using those. I have fresh basil, thyme, oregano, rosemary, sage, and a Japanese one that I can't remember, and some mint! Yup, I'm set.<br />
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Until next time...Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-40430865813938639052012-08-13T21:23:00.000-04:002012-08-13T21:23:13.023-04:00Ropa Vieja en el Garden de KewHello friends!<br />
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Confession: I watched <i>Julie & Julia</i> last night and found new inspiration in blogging. We'll see how long it lasts, but let's embrace it while we can. With this new inspiration, I've decided to call it quits on finishing my way through <i>Everyday Italian</i>, not because I'm sick of Italian food or Giada (because let's be real, that will NEVER happen), but mainly because I need to start broadening my cuisine horizons.<br />
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This started a couple weeks back when I applied to be on an amateur episode of <i>Chopped</i> (odds of me actually getting on: very low). Part of the application asked what some of my specialties are, and when I listed marinara sauce, verdure al forno, chicken marsala, and chocolate chip cookies...I felt pretty lame. Don't get me wrong, all of these things are awesome. Super awesome, and also very comforting for me to make, but it made me realize that my culinary skills are stuck in Italia.<br />
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So being the closet housewife that I am, I busted open my binders of recipes and cookbooks yesterday and planned out a week of meals (with plenty of leftovers for lunch. SCORE). I then went to Trader Joe's - my new favorite place, though it's no Wegman's - and put on my patience pants as I avoided colliding with the crazed New York shopping cart drivers. I managed to get out of there in one piece....with three giant bags of groceries that were only going to be carried by two arms. Thank god for public transportation (and that's the only time you'll hear me say that).<br />
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For tonight's meal, allow me to take you to Cuba...<br />
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What you see above is a bad iPhone photo of the Ropa Vieja I had tonight. "Ropa Vieja" means "old clothes," which doesn't literally translate to "delicious," but I assure you this was amazing....and the easiest thing in the world to make. Crock pots are the greatest creation of all time.<br />
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What I made was Food Network's Slow Cooker Ropa Vieja, and I got it started this morning before I went to work. I heated up the crock pot, then added a can of diced tomatoes (chile style), a bit of ketchup, apple cider vinegar, two cloves of garlic, cumin, and some adobo sauce. The recipe called for jalapenos, but I couldn't find just one of those in Trader Joe's, I would've had to buy a whole bag, and I rarely cook with jalapenos.<br />
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Adobo sauce can be really intense, so I was pretty cautious in adding it, and I thought maybe I went a little overboard. Thankfully, that was not the case.<br />
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Next I diced up two bell peppers and thinly sliced and onion, adding them both to the crock pot bath, then added in a strip steak and some salt. I was supposed to use either a skirt steak or flank steak, but you have to use what you have, right?<br />
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I made sure the beef was completely covered with all this awesome-ness before heading out to work, then let time work its magic.<br />
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When I got home, I had a four mile run scheduled as part of my half marathon training, and I also had some rice that needed to cook (and didn't want to wait an hour for it once I got home). After asking my mother the stupid question of whether or not I could lave rice simmering on the stove while I ran (hey, it's Monday, my brain isn't really in the right place), she recommended bringing it to a boil before I left, covering it with a lid, and turning off the stove while the rice absorbed the water. This is exactly what I did.<br />
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I got back from my run where I raced a guy through the park (and beat him, HA!) to find some soupy rice. Turns out brown JASMINE rice cooks a little differently than regular brown rice. Basically, it just requires less water...about half a cup less than I used. I tried simmering it a bit to get rid of the excess water, but ended up just straining it, no big deal.<br />
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The rice went down on the plate first, topped with the ropa vieja and the most tender beef I've ever made. Seriously, if you ate like a heathen and didn't chew anything, it wouldn't have mattered because this stuff seriously melts in your mouth. The spice was not overwhelming at all (thank god, because I had sour cream on hand just in case), and works with the tomatoes and vinegar for this mouth-watering tang. It wasn't greasy at all, and the onions had absorbed every flavor in the pot, and also fell apart. These are the type of meals I love coming home to.<br />
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The best part? I have two days of leftovers ready for lunch. You have no idea how much I love leftovers for lunch, mainly because even though I know how to control the A/C directly behind my desk now, I'm always freezing at work and love a hot lunch. I'm difficult like that.<br />
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In other news, I ran the best eight miles of my life this past Saturday, keeping an ungodly 8.5 min. pace. I blame it on the Olympics, and the crazy hills I've been running. NYC has this awesome thing on Saturdays in August called Summer Streets where they close Lafayette to Park Ave from the Brooklyn Bridge to 72nd St to cars so people can run, bike, walk, cartwheel through the streets and enjoy the fun and entertainment along the way at various pit stops. I treated it like a race.<br />
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It was awesome because I got to run through a tunnel in Grand Central Station AND I walked over the Brooklyn Bridge to get there, where I saw the Statue of Liberty, Governor's Island, the Bayonne Bridge, and other lovely views.<br />
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Later that night I saw Sondheim in Central Park where they performed Into The Woods with Oscar-nominated actress Amy Adams as the Baker's Wife. It was a musical I've been wanting to see and I wasn't disappointed at all...except that there wasn't much leg room and it's not the greatest idea to cramp up your legs the same day that you ran eight miles. And the girl next to me's long hair was touching me, which totally skeeves me out.<br />
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Tomorrow night I'm supposed to cook fish tacos, but I couldn't find tortillas at Trader Joe's so I guess we'll just have the improvise! See you in a couple days :)Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-8797503748928953512012-07-15T23:16:00.002-04:002012-07-15T23:16:23.807-04:00Livin' For the CityHave I ever mentioned how I'm the worst blogger ever?<br />
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Well I am. I have no consistency when it comes to this....and to be honest, I haven't cooked anything all that interesting lately. There's been a lot of recipe recycling, but I have been clipping new ones from Food Network magazines (because I'm a housewife at heart), so hopefully we'll have something new soon.<br />
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City life has been, well, city life. I've been here about six months now and I still feel like I'm settling into this place and making it look like a home. Maybe it's just something about a first apartment? Or maybe it's because there's been a leak in my ceiling since March and I'm scared it will ruin anything I put out as decorations. Have I mentioned I'll be finding a new place at the end of this lease?<br />
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Things in life have been settling down now that our two big summer events at work are over. I had a pretty big part in one of them so I spent a week at the Beverly Hilton, which was far too nice of a hotel for me. Anytime I was in my room, I was in my Beverly Hilton bathrobe. And now a bathrobe has found its way onto my Christmas list.<br />
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This week should prove to be a bit more exciting. I may be going to a show after work tomorrow (if I can find a friend to go with!) and then we'll have our LA office co-workers in town for a work retreat, and I'm actually pretty excited for it! Then, all my best friends from high school will be in the city for the weekend. I can't tell you the last time all six of us have been in the same place, so this is huge! It'll be followed up by a visit from Ryan and a Monday off to spend an extra day with him :)<br />
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My recent issue of New York magazine was centered around "cheap eats," so be prepared for some upcoming restaurant reviews. I haven't tried a new places around here really, mainly because I try to work with what I have here...and because I'm trying not to eat too horribly as I'm training for my next half marathon.<br />
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As mentioned in previous entries, I wanted to do another one, but training in the winter/spring just wasn't working because a) I have a much bigger workload b) the sun doesn't work with my schedule. So I think fall marathons are going to be my thing. Maybe one each year. This year I'll be tackling the Saratoga Palio Half Marathon, and hopefully my hill training here will help me in the hills of the course. Obviously there's a nice uphill at mile 11....oh joy....<br />
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I think that's all I've got for now. Hopefully more exciting stuff on the horizon!Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-65724221777465770452012-03-21T00:04:00.001-04:002012-03-21T00:31:57.977-04:00Don't Roast Veggies When It's Over 60 Degrees OutPerhaps it's the Mad Men binge I've been on, but I've been particularly domestic in the little part of this week that has transpired. With a full Sunday ahead of me, I was feeling bored and decided to plan out all my meals for the week- of course, making enough to have leftovers at lunch each day - and so I have not one, but two meals to share with you.<br />
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After grocery shopping last night (where I always get more food for my money, thank you cheap-o grocery store), I came back to make Sole Gratin with Tomatoes, Olives and Capers. And yeah, that's exactly what the dish is.<br />
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As you've probably already figured out, I didn't use Sole. Not only because my grocery store most likely didn't carry it (they don't even carry Brussels sprouts), but also because I have plenty of tilapia and didn't see the point in buying more fish. Here's how it works. You take a baking dish - or a gratin dish if you have it, I don't - and coat it with olive oil. You then rub the fish in the oil and season it with salt and pepper on each side. The actual recipe has you layer each fillet on top of the other, but I was cooking for one. Next, you thinly slice and onion. I used this same cut when I helped Kelly cook this past weekend, more on that later. I only used a quarter of an onion (again, cooking for one) and made thing slices of half moons and then separated the layers so that the onion would cook quickly.<br />
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It then called for canned plum tomatoes to be crushed through your fingers. I bought natural plum tomatoes, having read the recipe incorrectly, and opted for grape ones instead. Though I did still crush them with my hands because playing with food is fun. I also managed not to get any juice on my white Run DMC shirt while doing so. Who's awesome?<br />
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I chopped up some black olives and added it to the tomatoes and onion along with some capers, then tossed it all in olive oil, salt and pepper. This mixture was spooned over the fish, and then came the breadcrumbs. The recipe requested me to mix the breadcrumbs with oil beforehand then sprinkle them on top. I felt like I was playing with sand. It did help brown to breadcrumbs without burning them though.<br />
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This all cooked for about 20 minutes at 350 degrees. Thanks to the handy meat thermometer, I didn't have to demolish the dish to see if the fish was cooked all the way though. Got it on the first try!<br />
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The dish was really great, not too salty as I had feared with the olives and capers. It was nice to get away from my usual pan-searing of fish for a slightly lighter take. My only issue was the amount of oil at the bottom of the baking dish. Between what I coated the dish with and what came into the dish with the tomato/onion/olive/caper mixture, it was a little much. Next time I think I may actually spoon rather than dump the mixture on top of the fish. Also a surprise, no cheese in a gratin? Mind = blown.<br />
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Tonight's dish was another unique take on a meal I thought I knew so well: Pasta Primavera.<br />
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For some reason I've always thought primavera required some sort of creamy sauce. According to Giada, that's not so. Let me preface this by saying that I made an Everyday Italian meal that I hadn't made before - huzzah for revisiting the original goal of the blog! Moving on, Giada said that traditional primavera requires you to cut all the veggies, steam/boil/however you normally cook them, then blanch them, all in separate bowls. Thank god she didn't want me to do that, because I only have so many bowls...I live in a studio apartment.<br />
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Instead, Giada's version takes after my mother's own roasted veggie pasta, but is slightly different. It also took much longer than I anticipated (try one and a half episodes of Law & Order: SVU). I started by covering a baking sheet with tin foil for easy clean-up later. I then sliced half an onion the same way I did yesterday, and separated the layers out over the greased and covered pan. Next I peeled carrots and cut them into long, thin strips. Didn't take too long, but the worst was yet to come. I did the same with zucchini - without peeling it beforehand - and spread that out over the sheet.<br />
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Then came the worst part: acorn squash. I cut the squash in half, and was encouraged by how much easier it was to slice through it than a butternut squash. It wasn't any easier to peel it though. Actually, it may have been more difficult since its size required my hands to get closer to the peeler. I even incurred an injury. After searching the apartment for band-aids and failing, I cleaned the cut and covered it with medical tape...which I'm not really sure why I have it?<br />
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Anyhow, once the squash was (mostly) peeled, it was easy enough to thinly slice and add to the sheet. Last came one red pepper, which was exponentially easier after the squash debacle.<br />
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Considering I like my roasted veggies caramelized, I divided the now sliced veggies onto two covered baking sheets so they could make a nice, even layer. After the separation, I tossed them in olive oil, salt, and pepper, then threw them in the oven for 10 minutes at 450. At the 10 minute mark, I tossed them around, then put them back in for another 10.<br />
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Meanwhile I started cooking some spaghetti, though the recipe recommended farfalle (bowties), but I unfortunately didn't have any, and knew the elbows I did have just wouldn't have worked. I drained the pasta and left a bit of the starchy water in it, then took out the veggies and added them to the pot. The pot was just a bit too small to toss it all, but I made it work. I then topped it with tomatoes and fresh shredded parm and some Italian seasoning.<br />
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Honestly, this was delicious. The veggies get so caramel-y and sweet, and leaving the tomatoes out of the roasting adds a nice subtle crunch. I was scared it would be bland, but it really isn't at all. It's amazing how water and cheese just work like that. The difference between this and my mom's dish is the tomatoes, which she usually roasts along with garlic, then smashes them both together for the sauce. It's awesome. Oh and by the way, don't roast veggies at 450 on a day that's over 60 degrees. Especially when your ceiling fan doesn't work...and you don't have A/C...in March.<br />
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I just thought everyone should know, that in the middle of writing this post I took my garbage out and locked myself out of my room for an hour and a half. It's been one of those nights.<br />
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As for this past weekend, Kelly and I went to a yoga class at Yoga to the People where the donation for the class is suggested but not mandatory. My kind of place. I've also fallen in love with yoga...and definitely felt its effects for three days.<br />
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After yoga we went back to Kelly's apartment and she made us a dinner of quinoa, roasted kale and sweet potatoes and onions, topped with balsamic vinegar and oil and craisins. Super healthy and filling! We then came back to my place and Kelly crashed on the futon, and we ventured to the good ole diner for breakfast in the morning. The rest of the day is housewife history.<br />
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More to come later in the week.Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-46406472382514401152012-03-17T11:55:00.000-04:002012-03-17T11:55:57.116-04:00A Whole Bunch of Updates in One<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I haven't updated in awhile.....and I really don't have much of an excuse. I'll admit it: I've just been lazy. Lucky for you, you get a big, update-filled post! Here's a little bit of what I've been cooking, what I've been doing, and what I've gotten myself into.<br />
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I haven't made anything too ground-breaking lately aside from Chicken Marsala with actual chicken. Ryan got me a digital meat thermometer as part of my birthday gift and I thought that dish was the perfect opportunity to test it out. I had started defrosting the chicken in the morning by transferring it from the freezer to the fridge, but it wasn't really in there long enough. By the time I got home from work, the middle was still frozen. So of course these took forever to cook.<br />
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I dredged the chicken in flour and pan-fried them, then checked them out withe the thermometer. Despite the screaming hotness of the pan (which my hand hold the thermometer was well-aware of), the middle of the chicken still wasn't up to snuff. It ended up being almost burned on the outside, then fine on the inside once I was done. I couldn't really taste that too much when I ate it that night, but when I took it to work as leftovers, I could tell there was definitely a burned flavor in the background.<br />
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Last weekend Ryan was here and we went out for my late birthday dinner at John's of 12th St. I had seen it on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives, and was pretty stoked to get some traditional Italian. I think I went into it with the wrong expectations. As an American, when I go to an Italian restaurant I expect larger-than-life portions since, well....that's how almost every Italian restaurant I've been to has served me. And we went there hungry to accomodate this. I think a lot of this had to do with our server who was either new or just never bothered to learn what was going on.<br />
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First of all, you don't get free bread at the table, which is fine because the bread is not expensive, so we ordered some garlic bread. It turned out to be really good...but we didn't get it till after our entrees. I opted for one of the specials, which the waiter described as goat cheese in tomato pasta among other things. It turned out to be ravioli. Don't get me wrong, it was definitely homemade ravioli and was fantastic, but I almost never order that type of pasta at restaurants because you get five raviolis and that's it. I like to be able to take home leftovers. Ryan got saltimbocca and asked the waiter if it came with pasta, and he assured him it did. It didn't. So it wasn't exactly the best restaurant experience, but I'm going to give it another try when my sister and brother-in-law visit.<br />
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The following night of that weekend, Ryan made dinner for me. He took green peppers and stuffed them with rice, seasoned beef, salsa, then cooked an egg on top with cheese. I'm sure this sounds a little strange, but it was great. Kind of like a healthier huevos rancheros. On the side, he made fried noodles (one of my childhood favorites) with southwestern seasoning. I am so spoiled to have a boyfriend that moonlights as a chef.<br />
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There was tons of rice leftover, so I decided to feed my Thai craving in making fried rice with peanut sauce. It was delicious, but definitely not pretty. I ate it while catching up on my DVR and caught the episode of New Girl where Schmidt pukes....and looked down at my dish and realized it looked very similar. Dinner: over.<br />
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Last night I made a simple caprese salad for dinner topped with olive oil, balsamic vinegar and basil. I went low-key because I bought myself a cupcake from Crumbs...and ate the whole thing. I bet Kate Middleton never sat down and ate a whole Crumbs cupcake on her own.<br />
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This is the first weekend in about a month where I'm no going anywhere and no one is here visiting me. I love traveling and I love visitors, but I slept in till 10:30 today, and sometimes that just feels really good.<br />
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I've been contemplating registering for the Brooklyn Half Marathon in May when the registration finally opens up, but I'm still not sure. I was able to run eight miles with my dad and sister when I was back in Buffalo for a weekend, but then when I wanted to do six miles here, I had to cut it off at three and a half. Granted, Buffalo is flat and Queens is most certainly not, but I was still a little discouraged. And though I supposed to be going to a yoga class today, I considered maybe going for a run this morning, and that's just not going to happen at this point. I do miss running, but by the time I get home, even if it's still light out, I'm just too tired.<br />
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</tbody></table>I have managed to branch out a bit in the city, finding new places, not necessarily meeting new people. My friend Kelly and I tried a new slightly fancy bar on my birthday, The Volstead, and their happy hour drink prices were what I would consider a normal price at any other bar. We both had Dark and Stormys, which is rum, ginger beer and lime. I had heard all about them when I was in Bermuda, but that was a school athletics trip so there was no alcohol consumption going on, and I never got to try one. It was really, really good. So was the order of truffle fries we split.<br />
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I've looked into some pick-up field hockey leagues around here and found one that plays once a week in a place that isn't hard for me to get home from (the other one played way up town, practically in the Bronx). If I can find a way to get my field hockey stick here, I may just go for it.<br />
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Here comes the part where I nerd out. Music, TV, games....I've managed to find plenty of new addictions. At work, I usually listen to full albums on Spotify to hear some new things and hear songs in the order they were meant to be heard, but I started to realize I kept listening to the same things over and over. So I explored the Spotify apps and found MoodAgent which creates a playlist for you based on your mood and a song. It's pretty great. I also have gone back to Pandora recently to find new things. Yesterday I created a station based on Jon Brion, and I highly recommend it if you need to relax and get stuff done.<br />
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Not sure if I mention this before, but Ryan gave me his old PS3. With that came my purchase of the Sims and Katamari Forever, and his other part of my birthday gift in the Sims Pets. I don't think I need to go into detail of how addicting the Sims is, but my god, the Pets one is too freakin' adorable. I created a character that looks like me and a dog that looks like my dog, and I was freaking out over how cute it is. Plus, you can play as the dog!!! If you're unfamiliar with Katamari, it's basically like a crazy overly cute acid trip. See below:<br />
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I can't get enough of it.<br />
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With the PS3 comes the ability to watch blu-rays, meaning I've finally been able to finish watching Lost. I'm on season 5 now and have one season left after this....though I've already seen the finale. It's still really good. The PS3 can also stream Netflix, and I've become addicted to Mad Men. Seriously, I can't explain my love for this show. I hate almost everything Don Draper does, but I'm rooting for him for some reason. Watch it and you'll understand. It's also made me thankful I'm not a woman in the early 1960's.<br />
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Also, <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2112988/Move-planking-later-tebowing-DRAPING-latest-craze-sweep-web.html">Draping</a> is better than planking or Tebowing.<br />
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I think that pretty much covers everything. Oh, and Happy St. Patrick's day? I'm not Irish (er, I'm only slightly Irish, probably less than 5%) so I've never really felt the need to get into this. Maybe I'll commemorate it with some sort of beer later.Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-56546554360597808612012-02-23T20:29:00.000-05:002012-02-23T20:29:58.198-05:00Bean Town and BeyondHaving the first day of the week off always messes up my internal calendar. It's not necessarily a bad thing. For example, today is Thursday. In my mind it's Wednesday. I benefit from this because my weekend comes a day earlier than expected. Awesome.<br />
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This past weekend was a bit of a whirlwind as I made the trip to Grafton, MA from NYC. Being the night owl that I am, I went to bed past midnight and expected to be able to get up for a 7 a.m. train (keep in mind I live a good distance away from the train station). As my alarm went off at 5:30, I got up, turned it off, and promptly went back to sleep. Come 6:50, I jumped out of bed muttering a few choice words to myself as I scrambled for my phone to change the reservation. Though it did cost a little extra than I had paid, I lucked out and was able to grab an Acela that got me into Boston just a few minutes later than my first train.<br />
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The Acela was even nicer than the regular Amtrak trains, considering all seating is Business Class. The food was exactly the same though. Given my early morning issue, I didn't have time to get breakfast (I could've stopped at my usual bagel place, but didn't want to risk missing another train), I went to the dining car to get a bagel. Amtrak clearly doesn't understand New York bagels. The bagel itself was ok, though it wasn't the same as the boiled type, it was the cream cheese that was the problem. The attendant gave me one measly cup of cream cheese, and when I asked for an extra, he wasn't able to give me one since Amtrak hadn't provided him with extras. Lame.<br />
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It was nice to check out a different train route as I got to see parts of Connecticut and Rhode Island that I probably wouldn't travel to on my own (though I am interested in seeing Providence sometime). After about three and a half hours, I was in South Station ordering food at Cosi. I've heard people rave about this chain, and it wasn't bad, but nothing to write home about. I should've opted for a sandwich from Cheeseboy.<br />
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I took the T out to Grafton where I was met by my best friend Rae. The point of the trip was a) to see her and b) to attend an event thrown by her college. Both aspects were fantastic. The day after the event we went to a restaurant called the Celtic Tavern, which had the best french fries ever (think thicker Arby's fries that are well done and not curly) and served me a burger on garlicky, toasted, sourdough bread. I love when bar food isn't basic.<br />
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With Monday off, I came back on President's Day and did pretty much nothing. The next night however, I cooked this:<br />
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I had left over eggplant from a failed attempt at veggie tacos (I forgot to buy salsa, sour cream, seasoning...and tortillas) that turned into a pretty delicious pasta dish, and so it was necessary to make Eggplant Parmesan.<br />
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My go to move whenever I make an eggplant dish is to slice it, then sprinkle salt on both sides. I then let it sit for however long it takes me to do whatever side task necessary. I then pat down the eggplant to get the moisture out of it. It just helps it cook quicker and better. So I did this, then set up my batter station of flour, eggs, and seasoned bread crumbs. After heating some olive oil in a pan, I placed three battered eggplant slices in at a time, and cooked each side 'til golden brown.<br />
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Meanwhile, I heated some marinara sauce in a pot (love that sauce can be frozen forever). I had about a container and a half left in the freezer and thought that just the half container would do it for tonight, so that was the only one I had defrosted. It wasn't enough. After literally chipping away at the frozen sauce in the full container, I decided that holding it over the pot of sauce could help dislodge it from the Tupperware better, then dumped the frozen brick into the pot. This was by far the longest way of going about this process...well, longer than it should've been.<br />
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After all the eggplant slices had been sauteed, I began my assembly. I have these awesome Rachael Ray mini dishes that are great for making baked dishes in individual servings (see above). I covered the bottom of two dishes with sauce, then placed two pieces of eggplant on top. Next came more sauce, topped with a layer of cheese. I repeated this one more time, then put the dishes in the oven for half an hour at 400.<br />
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As the eggplant baked, I boiled water and cooked some angel hair. Once cooked and strained, I melted a pat of butter in the pasta, then tossed it with the sauce. I can't help but go for a slight <a href="http://www.ilovechefs.com/">Chef's Spaghetti Parm</a> taste.<br />
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Once the eggplant was done, I put the dish on top of a plate and added the spaghetti on the side. For my first attempt at Eggplant Parm (aside from my endeavor in <a href="http://foodiethrowdown.blogspot.com/2009/10/insert-clever-title-here.html">Eggplant Rollatini</a> back in the day), I must say I'm impressed. My decision in slicing the eggplant about a centimeter thick was good since the cooked through completely. I do wish I had thought to use the immersion blender on my sauce when I had made it so it wasn't so chunky, but it was still fantastic nonetheless. I was really happy with the browning on the cheese, because everyone knows that's delicious.<br />
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What's even better? The second dish of Eggplant Parm - and the rest of the pasta - provided me with two days of leftovers for lunch. Success.<br />
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In other news, I've started playing the PS3 Zumba game, which makes me realize I have lost all sense of rhythm that I once had. Or I'm bad at following split-second directions that aren't actually verbalized. Either way I've found a way around not being able to run before or after work while the sun works on rising earlier and setting later.<br />
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Until next time...Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-49292487818696338452012-02-15T20:33:00.000-05:002012-02-15T20:33:26.515-05:00Commute: ImpossibleThere were days in Buffalo where I would sit in the traffic of the 290, cursing my need for a car and wishing to return to the days of public transportation. Then I experience days like today, and I have no idea why I ever thought that way. Something must have occurred to back up the E train, because as I descended to the Queens-bound trains, I became a mere wave in a sea of people. As two D trains came and went, one E train came by packed to the gills. I decided to skip it and somehow found a niche in the next train that wasn't terrible. Each stop brought more passengers, making me considerably more irritable each time the train halted to a stop. Thank god for iPods loaded with time-sucking games.<br />
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I have two options once I get to my subway stop; I can either take a bus that drops me off pretty much in front of my building, or I can walk. The bus lines today (due to whatever the back up was) were atrocious. And so I walked. I always start out thinking, "Yeah! This isn't so bad! Hooray exercise!" And then I remember I'm wearing high heel boots and my feet start to scream. After finally making it to my apartment door, the last thing I wanted to do was cook. There was even a take out menu slipped under my door tempting me to order in.<br />
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And then my thrifty side kicked in and pointed my attention to my fully stocked fridge. Unfortunately what I was craving wasn't really doable, but I somehow made it work...<br />
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The above Chicken Marsala contains neither chicken, nor Marsala, discuss. That's right, I wanted one of my go-to orders at Italian restaurants, but I didn't defrost any chicken before leaving for work, and I didn't have any Marsala wine. Much like I did in my college kitchen, I made due.<br />
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I started by sauteing sliced mushrooms in some olive oil. Now that I've managed to get my garlic burning problem under control, I have a new one to fix. I always heat the oil too much. After the mushrooms cooled the pan, it heated up and again and started spitting like crazy, which will mean more cleaning for me later. Awesome. I cooked the mushrooms till then became golden and lost their moisture, then added some salt and pepper.<br />
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Next came my Marsala substitute: Merlot. I did some research online beforehand to make sure I wasn't committing some sort of heresy in making such a switch, and I guess it's fine! I boiled out the alcohol then added some chicken stock, letting it all reduce at a simmer. Last came the butter, which I melted into the sauce.<br />
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The sauce was poured over a plate of pasta, and topped with some cheese and parsley. Though it wasn't a dead ringer for Marsala sauce, I still enjoyed it. I could've used something to make it stick to the pasta a bit more (perhaps a thickening agent) or you know, a piece of chicken to absorb it....<br />
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We'll consider this one to improve for the future :)<br />
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One last musing: I've decided I could easily write and episode of <i>Restaurant: Impossible</i> without having an actual restaurant to discuss. Every episode is the same, and I still can't stop watching it (unless I see a restaurant on there that I've been to, then I'll be done). Robert finds restaurant, tears owners and employees and new one, clears out entire restaurant, cleans filthy kitchen, day one over. Day two starts, designers have not (and never will) done enough to appease Robert, the "we are NOT going to finish on time" moment, the miraculous finish, restaurant opens, everyone loves it.<br />
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That is all, enjoy your night!Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-24634208274413266102012-02-14T22:16:00.000-05:002012-02-14T22:16:24.881-05:00A Day for Eating Lots of Unhealthy StuffIt's Valentine's Day. I've never really hated this holiday, but I don't usually do anything out of the ordinary for it. Today was no different, aside from writing a blog entry to catch you up on my last two weeks. Let's start early last week when I made possibly the best thing yet.<br />
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What you see above would not win the judges' hearts on <i>Chopped</i> (let's be real, it's a little too much of the same color all on one dish), but it was seriously delicious. Allow me to present Garlic Lemon Turkey Tenderloin with a side of Garlic Wine Rice Pilaf.<br />
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The turkey was the easiest part. It was a Jenny O pre-marinated one, and I literally put it on a pan and baked it for a little over an hour. I cooked some brown rice at the same time (which through many years of trial and error, and forgetting to put "rice cooker" on my Christmas lists, I have finally perfected), then began preparations for the pilaf.<br />
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I learned that rice pilaf is so good because it's packed with butter. The recipe called for instant rice, which I don't have, so as usual I had to make some adjustments. I zested a lemon and combined it with some fresh chopped garlic and parsley. I melted some butter (not nearly as much as the recipe required) then cooked the lemon, wine and parsely. From here, you're supposed to add in the instant rice, but instead I just poured it over and mixed it into my already cooked rice. I then cooked down some chicken stock and Pinot Grigio (the recipe wanted Vermouth, but I don't exactly have the most complete alcohol collection), then poured that mixture over the rice as well. Stir it all together, and you have pilaf!<br />
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I knew I couldn't just leave the turkey as is, despite its full flavor, so I decided to concoct my own sauce for it. Again, it started with butter (I swear I'm not turning into Paula Deen), and I added garlic and lemon juice. I thickened it with some grated parmesan cheese, which turned out to be delicious but tiring as I had to whisk it into submission.<br />
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The turkey was surprisingly moist even though I overcooked it a bit (I need a meat thermometer like crazy), and the rice was pretty unbelievable. In fact, I plan to make it again in the near future. Did I mention this meal provided at least two days of lunch leftovers? I consider that an all-around win.<br />
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This past weekend was most certainly a food weekend. Ryan came into the city on Saturday, and after Time Warner connected me back to the real world, we checked out a Thai restaurant one neighborhood over. Naturally, I went for the Pad Thai and was really into it. After saying at least three times that I was going to grab a take-out menu on the way out, I didn't, however not having one deterred me from ordering in tonight, more on that later. On our way to the restaurant, we passed an old school soda shop and were both intrigued and took note to stop on our way back.<br />
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That's the place above. I ended up going for one scoop of Maple Walnut ice cream on a sugar cone and did not regret it. I'm not really sure if they make the ice cream themselves or if I was gushing over Hershey's or Perry's, but either way I enjoyed it.<br />
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Sunday we decided to devote our afternoon to walking around and eating food. I can't think of many more things I would rather do. We started by trying a new bagel place on Queens Blvd. I prefer the everything bagels from my usual place, but they had good veggie cream cheese and toast the bagels so that the cream cheese doesn't fall out and run down your sleeve (past experience). We then picked up some coffee at Starbucks since we've yet to find a non-chain that's impressed us with their coffee, and moved onto the next place.<br />
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As I wait for the bus at the subway stop each night, I always end up looking into the window of the bakery on the corner, but have never decided to step inside. That all ended on Sunday. I finally bought a huge piece of baklava and, yes, ate the whole thing right there.<br />
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On our way back to my apartment, we stumbled upon a gourmet shop that I plan to revisit, then relaxed for the rest of the day until we made dinner. I pan-fried some chicken tenders (fresh of course, no the frozen kind) and shook them in hot sauce, and Ryan made some amazing Teriyaki fried rice. It was sweet and tangy, and had some crunchier parts where the sauce caramelized, which was my favorite part. What can I say, my boyfriend is quite the chef!<br />
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We capped the night off with some bubble tea from a sushi place on my street and I learned that Taro flavoring is delicious. And purple. The only issue I have with bubble tea is that I drink it in less than five minutes.<br />
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So that's been my food-centered life for the past couple of weeks. I'll be taking an adventure to the great state of Massachusetts this weekend and will report when I return!Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-82964925437338229132012-02-02T20:23:00.001-05:002012-02-02T20:37:13.614-05:00Spaghetti, Subways...and ApplesI find that more often than not, I make pasta either for or with my dinner. It's usually due to forgetting to defrost some meat before leaving for work and not wanting to take the time to make rice. Tonight's inspiration came as I was watching Everyday Italian last night. Giada made a really simple pasta dish that looked delicious and I instantly got food envy. It even has a simple name: Spaghetti with Olives and Bread Crumbs.<br />
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As the spaghetti cooked I chopped some black olives (the recipe recommends using kalamata - which I don't have - as well as green olives, which I'm not in love with, so black olives sufficed) and heated some olive oil over medium heat. In the process, I was also talking on the phone, looking at the recipe, and being distracted in general, so I didn't realize just how high the heat was on the oil. When I added my bread crumbs in to toast them, it was instant brown.<br />
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It wasn't burned brown, just...brown. According to the recipe, it should've taken two minutes for this to occur. I immediately removed it from the heat, allowing the residual heat to continue toasting the bread crumbs, then added my pasta to the mixture.<br />
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Since Giada recommended reserving some of the pasta water (due to its starch content), I attempted to get all the pasta out with tongs, which was fairly successful. The bit of water that I did ad actually helped to evenly distribute the breadcrumbs, who knew? I finished it by stirring in some parmesan cheese and some pepper.<br />
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The result was great! Not necessarily mind-blowing, but a good amount of flavor for few ingredients. As Giada mentioned on the show, you won't need to add more salt considering the bread crumbs and olives have enough themselves, especially if you opt for the green as well. You're also supposed to finish it with fresh parsley, but I only had dried herbs...and I kind of forgot about that step until just now. Regardless, I was satisfied.<br />
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Another interesting find today is pictured above: Apple Nachos. Being the dessert freak that I am with a hint of a health nut, I'm stoked about these. It's sliced apples, topped with melted peanut butter, slivered almonds and chocolate chips. I find nothing wrong with this...and intend on trying it in the near future.<br />
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As for city living, today got off to a rough start. Turns out I can't keep track of 30 days use of a Metrocard and had the oh so embarrassing moment of trying to board the bus with an expired card. I did have cash on me, but decided to just get off the bus so as not to hold the line up any longer and walked to the LIRR stop instead. Once inside Penn Station I was able to make my way to the A,C & E trains to get a new card for the month. I wasn't late to work thankfully, but was definitely flustered. Luckily my day went well and I was introduced to a delicious sandwich at Gourmet Garage.<br />
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This weekend I head upstate to the land of Stewarts stores and considering all my trips are centered around food, I'm sure I'll have much to report and possibly more pictures to post!Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-59418084009346464542012-01-30T22:14:00.000-05:002012-01-30T22:14:33.083-05:00New York State of MindIt's been well over a year since I contributed to this blog, and I have to admit, I really missed it! I've decided it's about time you all knew what I was cooking again and so, consider it resurrected!<br />
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A lot has changed since the beginning of this blog. It started in an ill-equipped kitchen (thank you dorm life), then moved to a small kitchen (kudos off-campus apartment) and now, it's moved to a new city...and an even smaller kitchen. But, that kitchen is all mine :) I now live in Queens, NY in a studio apartment on my own, and now that I'm an "adult" with few obligations other than my full-time job, I've got plenty of time for cooking. I must say, more time allows for much better cooking.<br />
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In bringing this blog back, I decided not to finish my initial goal of cooking my way through Giada's "Everyday Italian" (Unfortunately, my budget will not allow me to buy lamb and veal and other Giada-y foods). Instead, you're just going to hear about what I cooked that night and maybe a little about my day and my musings on life.<br />
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Like tonight for example, it was a Shrimp Scampi night. This recipe is my usual I'm-really-hungry-and-need-food-in-ten-minutes meal, because it usually only needs the amount of time needed to cook pasta. I didn't really follow a recipe, and as always, I improvised a lot.<br />
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As the water boiled for the pasta, I seasoned the shrimp with salt and pepper and chopped my garlic. Thanks to my mom (and our shopping weekend), I now have a knife sharpener PLUS my chopping skills have greatly improved, so chopping garlic isn't nearly as tedious or messy as it used to be (like getting most of it on my hands and having garlic hands for a week).<br />
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I heated a pan over medium heat and tossed in the butter, coating the pan and being sure not to burn or brown it (I have Cooking Mama to thank for those skills, you don't mess with her eyes of fire). After it all melted I added the shrimp. It's hard to believe that two years ago I would've dry heaved at the thought of shrimp. Now, I honestly can't get enough of them. It helps that they're easy to make and don't take long to defrost or cook. It also helps when you buy the peeled kind so you don't have a repeat of <a href="http://foodiethrowdown.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-open-letter-to-shrimp.html">this</a>.<br />
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Next I added the chopped garlic and tossed it all about, and then flipped all the shrimp. This was all within a two-minute span where I frantically grabbed items from cabinets and the fridge because (as usual) I didn't lay everything out beforehand. If you saw my counter space, you would understand why.<br />
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Once the shrimp were completely cooked, I removed them from the pan then hit it with some white wine ( Yellowtail Pinot Grigio: cheap enough that I can afford it, but doesn't come in a box). I had to add a little more butter as well (I never said this was a healthy dish), and I let it all cook for about 30 seconds. I then tossed the cooked pasta into the pan to thoroughly coat it with the sauce.<br />
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Top it with the shrimp and bam! Shrimp Scampi! Super easy. And notice how nothing went wrong? I've come a long way from Rachael Ray-ing my way up a flight of stairs with cooking supplies in tow and eating at my desk in my dorm. Granted at the moment I'm eating on my futon at a coffee table, but you do what you can.<br />
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Because I was feeling super domestic tonight, I also made chocolate chip cookies. When I moved in, I had somehow forgotten my most prized kitchen item, my red KitchenAid mixer, and when my mom visited this weekend she brought it to me. I couldn't very well let it sit there unused. And so my co-workers will be treated to some Random Tuesday chocolate chip cookies.<br />
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Speaking of my mom's visit, it was mostly centered on finding decorations for my apartment, but me being me, it also revolved around food. We were sure to hit up my local bagel place, we browsed <a href="http://chelseamarket.com/">Chelsea Market</a>, stopped into <a href="http://shop.maxbrenner.com/">Max Brenner</a> for chocolate, had lunch at <a href="http://www.smacnyc.com/">S'Mac</a>, and grabbed ginormous slices of pizza at Dani's at the end of the night. We also walked over five miles in Manhattan and ran three in the hills of Queens (who knew Queens had hills??). Needless to say, my apartment looks great and I'm glad I got to visit/revisit some old/new NYC favorites.<br />
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I think that pretty much covers tonight. I won't be updating this every single night, but frequently enough. Stay tuned :)Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-59109013188376296482010-10-05T12:08:00.002-04:002010-10-05T12:25:07.045-04:00A Restructuring of Sorts....I hate to admit it, but I've been pretty terrible about updating this. Unfortunately, school and all my extracurriculars have to come first, and I've only had time to cook full meals on the weekends. That being said, I'm STILL determined to finish this book! Therefore, I have a new game plan.<div><br /></div><div>I'm still going to go through it doing a recipe from each chapter, however, instead of doing the next recipe in the chapter, I'm going to do whatever recipe in the chapter contains most of what I already have in my kitchen. I still won't be updating as often as I did last year, but hopefully it will be somewhat regularly!</div><div><br /></div><div>Also, I'm trying to figure out if I can have notifications sent to my followers and others when I do update. As much as I love texting you all, this would be sooo much easier.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have some leftover Thai stir fry calling my name, so I will be back to update when I can!!</div>Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-14892605358319354002010-08-17T18:39:00.004-04:002010-08-17T19:00:33.288-04:00IT'S BACK!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdMRF7jOuVkY2tu9Y5dol1y_S48Z-qZgtaTViTIv5u7JzILPJG74w3nfY9_JgMs4Zt8NyseGkueiSWWzF16IwZXpRMkNQKOcK7V17yFM8e0qVQLdVSvp29AiXOCEnn7udGcni9uaNsxADS/s1600/IMG_1900.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdMRF7jOuVkY2tu9Y5dol1y_S48Z-qZgtaTViTIv5u7JzILPJG74w3nfY9_JgMs4Zt8NyseGkueiSWWzF16IwZXpRMkNQKOcK7V17yFM8e0qVQLdVSvp29AiXOCEnn7udGcni9uaNsxADS/s320/IMG_1900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506516643691642658" /></a><br />Hey everyone! As promised, my blog is officially back! With my week of absolutely no obligations, I figured some cooking would do me some good. I can't promise that I'll be able to update as frequently as I used to, but I'm going to try for at least once a week.<div><br /></div><div>Anyhow, tonight I made Chicken Piccata, the healthiest of the Everyday Cutlets in the Everyday Entrees chapter. What's even better, is that I got to make this meal for TWO people since my roommate, Katie (actually, more like an apartment mate, cause we don't actually share one room. Thank you off-campus housing), will be home later after work.</div><div><br /></div><div>As usual, I took the chicken out of the freezer too late and had to help it defrost by running it under some cold water. It really had no bearing on the outcome, because that chicken was as moist as ever (not to toot my own horn or anything...). The chicken that I have is quite thick, so I had to half it, and was surprisingly successful. I suppose I've come a long way from my crooked cutting of eggplant, tuna steaks, etc.</div><div><br /></div><div>I seasoned the chicken with salt and pepper then dredged it in flour. I had never done this before. If I'm going to coat chicken, I usually just bread it using the flour-egg-bread crumbs method. However, this was really good. It gave it just enough coating to really absorb the sauce, but not enough to make it unhealthy.</div><div><br /></div><div>After melting some butter and heating some oil, I cooked the chicken for about three minutes on each side, then removed it from the pan and added some chicken stock, lemon juice, and capers. As that was brought to a boil, I thought it might be a good idea to make sure that the chicken was cooked all the way through. It's always nerve-racking for me to check the done-ness of meat, especially poultry or fish...and especially when I'm cooking for someone else. Whenever I cut into one piece to check it, I swear I do it with one eye open, bracing myself for some half-cooked nightmare. Fortunately, I did well this time. Literally.</div><div><br /></div><div>As the sauce cooked I added some fettuccine to my pot of boiling water. I've learned the hard way that fettuccine takes longer to cook than spaghetti, and most certainly longer than angel hair. Last time I cooked it, it was still a little hard. I like my pasta a bit before it hits al dente, but definitely not crunchy. I still have some work to do on my fettucini cooking.</div><div><br /></div><div>I added the chicken back to the pan and lowered the heat once the sauce came to a boil, turning the chicken every so often so all sides could absorb it. I then put the chicken and the sauce over some pasta, and topped it with some Parmesan cheese, of course.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have to say, after not working with this book for quite a few months, I was nervous that I may have lost my Giada touch, but I think I still have it. No lie, this was soooooo good. Like I said before, the chicken was moist and it did absorb the sauce well. The sauce itself was a good balance between the lemon and the capers with nothing overpowering (I have a tendency to go overboard with lemon, especially when I use fresh lemon juice). Also, there was just enough sauce to coat the one cup of pasta I used. Overall, delicious.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's good to be doing this again, especially now that I'm off-campus with my own kitchen about 7 feet from my bedroom door. No more Rachael Raying my way up the stairs with arms full of pots, pans, knives, and food. No more baking things in toaster ovens and using a makeshift double burner. And though my space here is limited, my fridge space has increased exponentially considering I'm sharing it with one other person rather than five. Yes, life is good.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm planning on doing this again next Tuesday, since Tuesdays and Thursdays are my easy days. Next time I'll be making one of Giada's Quick and Simple recipes from the Everyday Contorni chapter: Sauteed Broccoli Rabe with Raisins and Pine Nuts. Interesting, right?</div>Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-54728580306420385202010-08-03T18:06:00.002-04:002010-08-03T18:08:48.158-04:00Revived!!Hello readers,<div><br /></div><div>I apologize for being M.I.A. (yes, missing in action, not referring to the rapper) for the past...4 months? It's been a little busy, and I haven't really settled into any sort of routine or schedule all summer. That being said, be prepared for more food fun when the school year starts. I began this project, and I fully intend to finish it! I'm moving back at the end of this week, then heading off to Bermuda, followed by a week of nothing. During that week, be ready for some cooking and posting.</div><div><br /></div><div>See you then ;)</div>Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-65023669604932162742010-04-27T19:36:00.003-04:002010-04-27T20:04:32.520-04:00Oh So SaucesomeHey there!<div><br /></div><div>Yes, it's been a reeeaaaalllly long time since I've updated in here. Don't worry, I have in fact eaten since then. I've even cooked since then, just nothing from the project. To those who faithfully checked this thing each week (Mom?), I apologize. But here it is, an update!</div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight I made "Spinach and Mushroom Ravioli" from the stuffed pasta section of the "Everyday Pasta, Polenta, and Risotto" chapter. I had some help with this one from a certain someone named Ryan who made all the multi-tasking much more manageable. He's also just nice to have around in general. Anyhow, here's how it all went down.</div><div><br /></div><div>We started by dicing up some mushrooms and sauteing them with some EVOO spray. Then we threw in some spinach and let it cook a couple more minutes. As this all happened, I was laying out won ton wrappers like it was my job (and I suppose it was at that moment) to make the ravioli from "scratch."</div><div><br /></div><div>This recipe actually has you use the won ton method unlike the pumpkin ravioli. I find this odd considering the spinach and mushroom would be much easier to find in a grocery store than the pumpkin ravioli. Just sayin'.....</div><div><br /></div><div>Once the mushrooms and spinach were sauteed to our liking, we removed them from the heat and let them cool (and I used this time to switch over my laundry that had slowly taken over my walk-in closet of a room). The next step allowed me to use one of my new gadgets, a food processor!! Yes, I received a food processor for my 21st birthday and I was ECSTATIC. We put the mixture into the food processor and pulsed it until it was a coarse texture. It actually kind of came out looking like bright green hummus. I was supposed to stir in some mascarpone cheese along with Parmesan next, but I've grown tired of buying containers of mascarpone, using a tablespoon of it, and then having it go bad in my fridge. Therefore, I improvised with two wedges of garlic and herb Laughing Cow cheese. Similar? Taste-wise, not really. Texture-wise, certainly.</div><div><br /></div><div>Before filling the won tons with the spinachy goodness, I brushed them with a egg wash (which they needed because apparently when you let won ton wrappers sit out for any given amount of time, they sort of dry out. Oops!). Then I put one heaping teaspoon of filling onto each, sealed it around the center, and pressed the edges with a fork. I <i>still</i> don't own a ravioli cutter, but did not attempt to make cool edges on these ones. I've learned that butter knives literally don't cut it when it comes to designs.</div><div><br /></div><div>And now, for more multitasking. First, we got a pot of water boiling to cook the raviolis. As I assembled the pasta, Ryan sauteed more mushrooms for the sauce. We cooked about four raviolis at a time so they wouldn't stick together (even though they still did) and it took about three minutes for each batch. We added some sauce from a jar (what?!?!?!?!) to the sauteed mushrooms and served it over the raviolis.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was pretty good overall, but we both agreed that there was something missing from the filling. I think it was my use of Laughing Cow over mascarpone. I'll have to work out the kinks on that one. I do have a lot of filling left over that I think will be a good dip for chips or crackers, or perhaps a good topping for toasted Italian bread? Hmmm....</div><div><br /></div><div>The next recipe will be from the "Everyday Entrees" chapter and to be honest, I don't know when I will be tackling that one. Check back every so often and you may just be lucky enough to see something new :)</div>Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-67255265606585388912010-03-23T18:01:00.004-04:002010-03-23T18:15:26.767-04:00Recipe Revolution<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3sxZHi_RnK8FZ-_PGBdbWbxCZkOWGSRzgGIuSVtBGdafPHF5ImhflUIwDWAfeyTi3a0re5l93ZUFtpZqgzdDRC0La3uVg6uffBo4Istb3bCCxQ57RJuitIstTyjcjU6QQlqgoegbNwbyA/s1600-h/IMG_1749.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3sxZHi_RnK8FZ-_PGBdbWbxCZkOWGSRzgGIuSVtBGdafPHF5ImhflUIwDWAfeyTi3a0re5l93ZUFtpZqgzdDRC0La3uVg6uffBo4Istb3bCCxQ57RJuitIstTyjcjU6QQlqgoegbNwbyA/s320/IMG_1749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451956406360873666" /></a><br />But really, when are my recipes NOT revolutions? Or....at least MY version of them. I'm just going to jump right into this one.<div><br /></div><div>Today, I made the last of the "Everyday Tomato Sauces" with "Tuna and Tomato Sauce." Fear not, I refused to eat tuna this time around. Third time is not the charm in this case, because I am not willing to try it a third time. In its place, I used tilapia, ergo, I introduce to you, "Tilapia and Tomato Sauce." It still has that nice alliteration :)</div><div><br /></div><div>There's really no use in going through how the recipe <i>should</i> go, because I just kind of winged this one. I started by searing the tilapia with some capers and lemon juice until it was cooked all the way through and could be flaked (what a horrible term to describe a food item. Honestly? Flaked?) I then turned down the heat and added my marinara sauce (that had been frozen from the last time I made it) and heated it through.</div><div><br /></div><div>All the while, I cooked some spaghetti. How easy is this recipe? Final step, I drained the pasta, put it on a plate, and topped it with the sauce. Voila.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not sure how I feel about this one. Obviously, it was much better than if I had used tuna (I'm having flashbacks of choking it down in the past), but the tilapia didn't really stand out. However, tilapia sort of tastes like whatever you cook it in or with, so I guess it did its job? The marinara was great as usual, and probably even better than when I initially made it from being frozen.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not gonna lie, I probably won't make this again. Oh well. Can't win every time.</div><div><br /></div><div>That's all the updating I intend to do this week, check back again next week though!</div>Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-6414577741498877272010-03-21T21:27:00.002-04:002010-03-21T21:31:24.397-04:00Dear Followers,I have been terrible at updating my blog, I'm well aware. And for this, I am very sorry. Unfortunately, I will only be able to update this about once a week seeing as my spring season for field hockey starts this week. Also, college has suddenly become very, very time-consuming (go figure, right?).<div><br /></div><div>So, again, I'm sorry for not updating at all this week but believe me, it's killing me that I'm not cooking more! Stay tuned for one update this week, I promise!!</div>Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-7715919950524097462010-03-14T21:55:00.004-04:002010-03-14T22:15:23.546-04:00Tomatoes and Tiramisu<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL78M8t7qu8RLvlAUbfcFe3nFod7Fd0v0EC2vf5Jm1IloVMsg_OVah5Br7_X6BxTP4VGrbxlMxnbNtWzGS501VXTWBHjYMcBvw7MXB0JUDwj993ixWbrpU7L3InRodBK5K1WOV2fykKwbs/s1600-h/IMG_1745.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL78M8t7qu8RLvlAUbfcFe3nFod7Fd0v0EC2vf5Jm1IloVMsg_OVah5Br7_X6BxTP4VGrbxlMxnbNtWzGS501VXTWBHjYMcBvw7MXB0JUDwj993ixWbrpU7L3InRodBK5K1WOV2fykKwbs/s320/IMG_1745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448678469663047730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5a76iSQFFkYXr2l81xBhQ39R-XpdbojHFuvAVB7xDM8vthr1Oo2CcGePOnrr00knTcSJckviJPeDnwhX3-rB9TfxTEJVq0NGGtjAKWFBz1I8Ni1EtHlURtGPPwMc2AAKZGTLWNuXZvMb/s1600-h/IMG_1744.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5a76iSQFFkYXr2l81xBhQ39R-XpdbojHFuvAVB7xDM8vthr1Oo2CcGePOnrr00knTcSJckviJPeDnwhX3-rB9TfxTEJVq0NGGtjAKWFBz1I8Ni1EtHlURtGPPwMc2AAKZGTLWNuXZvMb/s320/IMG_1744.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448678306078594434" /></a><br />...but not together. That's just gross. I apologize for not updating sooner, but I've been absolutely SWAMPED with things to do around here. I have been able to cook amidst the chaos, however, I haven't had much time to sit down and type this up.<div><br /></div><div>That being said, let's get started! I did another "Tricolore" recipe from the "Everyday Antipasti" chapter which was rather familiar. Who hasn't had some version of a Caprese Salad before?</div><div><br /></div><div>You may notice the picture of the gross looking cheese accompanying my beautiful salad above. Allow me to explain. While I was home, I bought some boccinni (I know I butchered the spelling) to use along with grape tomatoes for this recipe. I thought it would be cool to have the ingredients all the same size. Well, I really should have used my ingredients sooner. Upon retrieving my cheese from the refrigerator, I think it's pretty obvious that it had become inedible.</div><div><br /></div><div>A minor setback if you ask me. Instead, I opted for two sticks of light string cheese. Sure, it's not the same as fresh mozzarella, but desperate times call for such actions.</div><div><br /></div><div>To make the salad, I sliced up the tomatoes and cheese and tossed them in a bowl. I then whisked together some EVOO (actual, not spray of course), lemon juice, salt and pepper. I then tossed the dressing with the salad and BAM, there you have Caprese Salad. It's so simple, but so flavorful. I never thought to incorporate the lemon juice in the dressing before, but it really made a difference especially in comparison to say a balsamic vinaigrette.</div><div><br /></div><div>And now, my second recipe that I need to write about: Tiramisu. As I mentioned in my previous post, I needed to go out of order in this cycle so that I could use my Chocolate Zabaglione before it went bad. I broke my rule, but I really don't mind considering it was delicious.</div><div><br /></div><div>I started by stirring some mascarpone cheese until it was smooth. I then whisked together some Cool Whip Free and sugar. The recipe, as always, called for me to make my own whipped cream using full-fat cream, but considering how fattening Tiramisu is to begin with, I decided to give it a little makeover.</div><div><br /></div><div>I folded the cheese into the cream, then folded in my Chocolate Zabaglione and refrigerated the resulting cream. Next, I made some instant espresso thanks to the ever-so-strong Starbucks Via. This was used to coat the lady fingers (for those not in the know, these are light, pretty much flavor-less cookies. A softer type of biscotti). I lined the bottom of my pan with a layer of dipped lady fingers, then topped that with some of the cream. I repeated this step, then ended with a layer of semi-dipped lady finger because...I ran out of coffee. These cookies soak up liquid like its going out of style leaving me with little to work with by the end.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Tiramisu was supposed to be to be refrigerated, then flipped upside-down to be served after sifting some cocoa over the top. This is far too complicated for a dish that's just going to be devoured by college students. I didn't have a chance to take a picture of the Tiramisu because by the time I thought to do so, there was little of it left and being the child I can be at times, I kind of destroyed it by mindlessly poking at it with a fork.</div><div><br /></div><div>It wasn't the prettiest Tirsmisu anyway, so I'll save a picture of it for when I have it perfected.</div><div><br /></div><div>That's all I have for tonight. I plan on taking a couple of cooking days off in order to make a bigger dent in my declining balance and to give myself some time to get ahead on my work. Don't you hate when priorities get in they way of fun?</div>Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8398469720934128172.post-78476085820733106322010-03-10T16:35:00.004-05:002010-03-10T16:56:53.205-05:00Whisk It Good<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwMeTjpKBBiJ3QdkjRh1-EQ41N58cbmfu3xsD-teFP3obbWX6tyRpmgOCIjSh0zcZrhXgTfI13OQBjPXbgLyPqKvlT54MTUrbOe4lBhyphenhyphen-GI7gE5ngOPyc1rXehM8pac5c4FCvVgHMsitP2/s1600-h/IMG_1743.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwMeTjpKBBiJ3QdkjRh1-EQ41N58cbmfu3xsD-teFP3obbWX6tyRpmgOCIjSh0zcZrhXgTfI13OQBjPXbgLyPqKvlT54MTUrbOe4lBhyphenhyphen-GI7gE5ngOPyc1rXehM8pac5c4FCvVgHMsitP2/s320/IMG_1743.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447127464417016946" /></a><br />This "Puddings and Creams" section of the "Everyday Dolci" chapter is my weakness. Two recipes in, and I'm in love. Chocolate Zabaglione was the final straw.<div><br /></div><div>May I first point out that a pudding or cream with such a complex name seems like a daunting task. But fear not, we have Giada on our side. And her recipes are "everyday" meaning they are simple and that anyone can do them. Myself included.</div><div><br /></div><div>I started by simmering some fat-free evaporated milk (in place of whipping cream as usual) and learned, again, that fat-free foods do not function the same as whole fat ones. Though not as big a failure as attempting to brown light butter, the evaporated milk separated a little bit and I had to whisk it to get it back together.</div><div><br /></div><div>After removing the milk from the heat, I stirred in some chocolate chips until the mixture was completely smooth. Next, I filled a pot with about two inches of water and brought it to a simmer. As it heated, I put four egg yolks, sugar, cooking wine, and a pinch of salt into a glass bowl that I placed over the water. Next, I whisked.</div><div><br /></div><div>I whisked for approximately four minutes. Or at least I think it was about that amount of time. When I started whisking, I realized that the clock on the microwave had not been set, and my cell phone was in my bedroom, so there was no other way to keep track of time. I could have stopped once the mixture came to 160 degrees, but yes, I do not have a thermometer. So i counted to 240-Mississippi. Like I true college kid, I always find a way to make due.</div><div><br /></div><div>The mixture became thicker which was promising. This was the step that could really make or break it all. I removed this from the heat then folded in the chocolate mixture. It became what you see drizzled over my frozen strawberries above.</div><div><br /></div><div>The final product was probably not as thick as it typically would be considering I used fat-free milk in place of full-fat cream, but it was still to die for. The salt in the cream gave it a sweet and salty contrast (which I LOVE!) and the tart strawberries added another dimension of taste.</div><div><br /></div><div>Gina Neeley says that "cute girls don't lick the bowl." Well then call me a brute, because I certainly did without any hesitation. I was in the comfort of my own room though, so I didn't look like a total animal.</div><div><br /></div><div>And there you have it, cycle EIGHT through the book! I now have an announcement to make. I will be cooking again tomorrow night starting from the first chapter, but then instead of moving on to another sauce, on Friday, I will be making the next dessert. It requires Chocolate Zabaglione so I made enough today for that recipe and don't think I should keep it refrigerated until I come around to the last chapter again. I know, I'm going against my own self-imposed rules, but I still feel weird going out of the order that I set out to accomplish this project.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyhow, I will see you again tomorrow night when I start cycle nine!!</div>Briannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11958451877031928270noreply@blogger.com0