When I think of crispy, breaded fish sandwiches I immediately think of McDonald’s Filet-O-Fish. That thought might evoke nausea in some people, but for me it brings up feelings of nostalgia and memories of road tripping from Arkansas to New York every summer with my mother and sister (and father once we started attending summer camp). My mother is from Poughkeepsie, NY and every summer, up until I was a teenager, we would make the three day road trip to visit my aunt and grandparents for the entire summer. Back then, my sister and I weren’t as great friends as we are now (Hi Faune!) and looking back, I’m not sure how my mother (and my father for a few summers) stayed sane with two fighting sisters in the back seat. Needless to say, we played a lot of car games, including the usual A,B,C sign game and license plate game, and we even made up a few of our own games. We would pretend that we were part of famous families and go one and on about all our famous relatives (we were really into celebrities back then!), and there was one game that I’m sure our parents loved, the premise was that my sister would do something to hurt me, like hit me or pull my hair, and then I would do it back to her, but harder. I think I might have been the one to come up with that game and I loved the fact that she went a long with it. I guess you do get pretty bored being in a car for eight hours a day.
As I was making these crostini, I had to laugh a little bit. Up until a few years ago I very much disliked the two main ingredients in this dish. I think it is understandable that most young people, maybe even most people period, don’t like asparagus. If you don’t cook it correctly it can be bland and tough, and if you are one of those very lucky people, it can also make your pee smell not so pleasant, more on that later. I could survive on cheese, so I’m not sure why I never liked goat cheese. I only started eating goat cheese about 4 years ago. We were renting an amazing house in Southern Utah. The house was situated on a large piece of property and our landlord owned a burrow, named Cactus, and a bunch of goats. All the goats were so cute, but I especially loved the feisty black and white goat named Cookie. The goats were so fun and personable, I started to think that nothing that they produced could possibly taste bad. I then decided to try goat cheese and I’ve been enjoying it ever since.
We moved to Tucson, Arizona from Montana almost a year ago and I’m convinced that I will never see snow again. Right now it seems like every other state in the universe is getting foot upon foot of snow, and I have to admit that I’m a little bit jealous. My craving for snow and winter temperatures is only spurred on by the fact that in Tucson, this weekend, we might hit 90 degrees, eek, so while the rest of the world is building snowmen and shoveling their sidewalks I will be slathering on the sunblock and blasting the air conditioner. In my fit of jealousy I decided to make a dish that makes me think of winter and gives me the cozy feeling of being inside a warm house while the snow is falling outside.
I love blueberries, in fact, they might be my favorite fruit. Unfortunately, they can be kind of expensive sometimes. When I was a kid my mom would take us to the blueberry farm every summer and we would pick bags and bags of blueberries. I don’t remember what kind of desserts we made with all of our blueberries, but I’m guessing that a lot of them got eaten before we made it home. I have some really great memories of picking blueberries all day and then going for a nice, refreshing swim in the creek afterwards. Unfortunately, for this crisp, I had to settle for store bought blueberries, which still taste great, they are just not quite as fun to pick out.
I apologize for being a lazy food blogger. If I was really on top of things I would have made this taco pizza days before the Superbowl, so I could post it in time for you to make it for the Superbowl. It would have also allowed for me to eat taco pizza twice in one week, which would have been pretty great. But instead I made it for myself the evening of the Superbowl and am just getting around to posting the recipe now. In my defense, I don’t think that you really need an excuse like the Superbowl to enjoy some taco pizza. In fact, taco pizza is so good that every time I make it, I think to myself, “Why do I not eat this every single day?”.
Have I mentioned my love for potatoes yet? Especially when I get to roast them in the oven and they get all crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. I’m getting hungry just thinking about them. Well, I also have a soft spot for crispy potato chips, really any kind of chips for that matter, but not much compares to a crispy, salty potato chip.
The Lay’s potato chip company has a contest going on right now to pick the next great potato chip flavor. I could really use the 1 million dollars of prize money, so I entered. I know that the chances of me winning are probably slim to none (knock on wood), although I might have a better chance at winning than some, like the people who entered: Water, Awesomeness, Waste Runoff, and Babies Delight, I have no idea what that chip would even taste like and I don’t think that I want to know, especially since the picture on the front of the bag looked like a bowl of white mush…
I might be mildly addicted to garlic. I’ve always enjoyed the taste of garlic and used it in my recipes, but I think my addiction really started about 5 years ago. I had to go to the doctor and I was really nervous about being there. When they took my blood pressure it was really high, high like I think they thought I was about to have a heart attack high. The doctors were convinced that I had high blood pressure and wanted me to monitor it several times a day. I was convinced, and still am, that I just had a severe case of white coat syndrome, which unfortunately has grown into a severe case of blood pressure cuff syndrome. Now, not only do I fear going to the doctor because of the possibility that something could be seriously wrong with me, but also because I know they are going to put that scary, suffocating blood pressure cuff on my arm. My heart starts to race the moment they pull it out, and then I get even more nervous that I am going to get a high reading. It is a viscous cycle, that always ends with me having to convince the doctor that my face isn’t always this red, and I don’talways feel like my heart is going to pound out of my chest. Thankfully, I am young and in fairly good shape, so it doesn’t usually take too much convincing.
I realized that my dessert section has been severely neglected, and I had to do something about it. It isn’t that I don’t like dessert, but I’m definitely much more of a savory person. I guess my sweet tough has never fully grown in, although a few months ago I went on a no sugar diet for two weeks and my sugar cravings went through the roof! One of our neighbors drives a truck for the Pepperidge Farm company and he always has this Pepperidge Farm truck with a gigantic picture of a cookie on it parked out front. I had to pass this cookie truck on my way home from work everyday and it was absolute torture! I have never wanted sugar so much in my life, it was painful walking through the bakery section at the grocery store. But now, thankfully, sugar is back in my life and that giant cookie truck does not taunt me anymore, at least most of the time…Continue Reading
A few nights ago I made some grilled chicken fajitas for dinner. I plated them up and took a bunch of pictures (my husband is starting to get used to the drill, pictures first, dinner second). We sat down and started eating them, I guess I was staring off into space because Eric asked me what I was thinking about. With a sparkle in my eye, ok, maybe not quite a sparkle, but I was excited, I replied, “I was thinking about how much better these fajitas would taste if I added french fries to them!”. They were good and all, but what wouldn’t taste better with french fries added to it?? By the way, that was not meant to be a rhetorical question and I just thought about it for 10 minutes and I couldn’t come up with a single thing. My first thought was ice cream, but who hasn’t taken their french fry and dipped it into their milkshake and loved it? My second though was sushi, but then I remembered that one of my favorite kinds of sushi is crispy sweet potato, which is kind of like a french fry, right? The point I am trying to make here is that everything tastes better with french fries!
Growing up, I hated Kale, like hated it with a passion. I couldn’t see how anyone would ever want to eat it, even if it was good for you. I remember feeling a little betrayed by my sister when she started eating kale. I was sure our mother had tricked her into it somehow and I vowed that that would never happen to me. It actually wasn’t until about two years ago that I started eating it, and I’m not sure I even really liked it then either. I was trying to be healthy and add more vegetables to my diet. Kale was pretty popular at the time, so I figured I would give it a try. Honestly, I still hated it, but I made myself eat it anyway. Little by little it started to grow on me and I finally got to the point where I actually started to love it! I started out slow with kale chips, because who doesn’t like crispy salty things, even if they are green? Then I moved on to sauteing it in a pan with some garlic, onion, olive oil, salt, and pepper. Although I had finally become a kale fan, I would have never though of eating it raw. It actually wasn’t until my husband and I were in Hawaii that I ate my first raw kale salad.