I accidentally took all of these pictures with my camera set on "foliage." Sorry.
Tonight's dinner is a total throwback to my childhood, and has not been modified in any way from the way my mom used to make it. It's an odd dish, I don't really know its origins and I don't really expect anyone to believe that it's good, but it's cheap, easy, tasty and makes fantastic leftovers.
May I present to you: spaghetti pie. Yes, spaghetti pie, that's what I said. Spaghetti + Pie. Spaghetti pie.
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Le sigh.
Hello. My name is Michelle, and I am addicted to grilled pizza.
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I am BACK. A gaping wound IS NOT ENOUGH TO STOP ME.
I've never had a cut deep enough that it healed from the inside out before; even though it's clearly knitting together underneath and is no longer seeping, it still looks like I have an open gash in my hand. Grody.
Dinnertime!
Aside from a side salad this meal should be practically free, because all the ingredients should already be present in your well-stocked pantry.* Plus, it makes so many leftovers that the cost per meal is probably, like, $0.17. (I haven't done the math yet, but I'm sure that's pretty accurate). ...
I ate too much of this. You will, too.
I was really excited about the meal I was prepping for Cheap Ass Monday when my cheap ass glassware sliced through my priceless right hand and incapacitated me: potato focaccia with onions and a warm white bean and spinach salad. Aside from being delicious, simple and cheap potato focaccia is one of my all time favorite foods.
It's only recently that I've realize that the bread I know and love is actually focaccia; my nonna, who made it in a wood-fired oven off the kitchen of the two-room shack she ...
As I mentioned in my smackdown post I didn't bring a camera or notepad to Babbo, preferring to be a plain old diner enjoying an evening out. Obviously, my dining companions cook eat FRET and Mother of FRET discussed the food for 80% of the evening so I have no shortage of opinions, but there will be no photos, no dish-by-dish dissection of the evening. But frankly, I feel that it's much more important that you learn about Ethel - Mother of FRET - than about Babbo. Because while there was memorable food, there was nothing more ...
I made this dinner purely as an excuse to gloat about my egg-poaching skills. Seriously, look at that fucking thing. It's like art.
Did I make this dinner just so I could gloat about my infinitely awesome egg-poaching skills? I may have. But maybe I ALSO made it so I could gloat about my willingness to make things painstakingly by hand - let us not forget the angel hair cucumbers - rather than relying on the modern conveniences that would hasten dinner's journey to my table. Because I? Am better than you.
To wit: fresh, hand rolled and cut ...
Yum-O!...I'm already sorry I said that. LIGHTEN UP, PEOPLE.
This delicious meal of penne alla vodka and spinach salad with caesar-ish dressing, pecorino cheese and proscuitto can be made in 12 minutes.
Can a post describing it be written in 12 minutes? It's 10:06. Let's go!
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My ass is due east of Suck On It, Tunisia.
If I'm not cooking directly from a recipe or making one of my standby dishes, I'm trying to riff off someone else's ideas. I can poach a mean egg and I have a decent sense of what goes with what (e.g., bacon goes with everything), but I don't flatter myself that I'm particularly innovative or have some kind of culinary talentg. I have more of an all-around genius than a specific savant-like gift.
Every once in a while, though, I make up a dish that seems pretty unique (at least ...