I know, the post title isn't very exciting or funny or clever. Don't blame me, blame the three and a half hour meeting I had this afternoon. Don't we go to work at non-profits so we don't have to sit through three and a half hour meetings? You pay me less, I wear comfy shoes to work and don't deal with meetings; that is the deal, no? Also this particular meeting was three and a half hours, did I mention that?
It is, therefore, not surprising that when I got home I wanted something quick, warm ...
When you think about it, there's nothing really inventive or groundbreaking about basing a cheap meal around pasta. I mean, that's kinda the point of it, right? Somehow, though, making the pasta yourself tarts it up enough so that you don't feel like a total toolbox saying, "Hey, internet, did it ever occur to you that PASTA is an easy and economical meal? I know! Go figure!"
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It's not that I don't like spicy foods, it's just my heat threshold is low. Very low. Kind of like an infant, or maybe a puppy. Brian, on the other hand, has been known to eat actual fire for shits and giggles; his favorite hot sauce is called "Sweet Death" and every bottle comes with a skull keychain. (Clearly, I'm not in their marketing demographic.)
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Quoth Brian's mom, as we finished dinner: "This goes on my list of OK." Which I promise is not the damnation via faint praise it sounds like.
Since I crapped out on my own foodie event by failing to smack anything down while in North Carolina last week, I thought we'd make up for it this week (and capitalize on the lovely weather we're having right now) by turning to the grill.
We have a copy of Bobby Flay's Boy Meets Grill, acquired Soup Bible-style from a Barnes and Noble discount endcap. Mock Bobby Flay all you want - lord ...
Thank god, someone made actual dinner.
The Horse and Pony Jamboree was a hell of a lot of fun to watch, but, as you may have gleaned, there was not a lot of finished food produced.
It fell to the old guard to produce actual, nourishing food that would keep us sated for more than 15 minutes. You see, the whole day had been hyped as a showdown of new vs. old school: new school being anyone born in 1977 or after who first learned to cook in the current decade (everyone but my brother-in-law Peter), old school being anyone who learned ...
I would, and I DID.
It's still hotter than Hades, I still have a gaping wound in my palm, AND the new Batman movie opens tonight at midnight. All of those factors combine to force a quick and easy, light-on-heat-and-cooking smackdown. Ipso facto, salad.
When I want salad, I turn to Susan Spicer's Crescent City Cooking. God help me, that woman knows how to compose a fucking salad. On the menu tonight: marinated lentil salad with fresh tomatoes and goat cheese.
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At a VIP table, no less. Suck on THAT.
Okay, I know this is bad form. It's my blog, it's my inaugural event, and here I am, copping out and making a quick lunch so I can skip out on you to spend a night on the town. But here's the thing: cook eat FRET is in town. And she's now total BFFs with Joe Bastianich, co-owner of many of Mario Batali's restaurants, so she managed to get this fancy-ass table at Babbo tonight. And I am not afraid to send a deluge of whiny ...
You don't get it at all, do you Steve?
Sometimes I wish I could post in 3-D, because that peanut? Totally looks like it's poised to leap off the screen at you. That peanut will cut a bitch.
I often bemoan the fact that I am too fucking lazy* to get up early enough to make it to the Greenmarket in time for quickly snatched up, fleeting seasonal delicacies like ramps and garlic scapes. I salivate over other people's beautiful photos, promise myself I'll go this coming Saturday and then stay up late on Friday reading back issues of Love ...
Do you listen to Aimee Mann? You should, she's really good. I have spoken.
For the second installment of Cheap Ass Mondays, I bring you variation #999,999,998 on rice and beans: Mexican-ish stuffed peppers. Can you really have a feature called "Cheap Ass Mondays" without featuring rice and beans at least 30% of the time? I'm still new here, but I'm guessing you can't.
These peppers appeared regularly on my table back in my vegetarian days (August 6th and 7th, 2000). Yes, I was once a vegetarian, for about four years. It will come as ...
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 ...