Yesterday I ate 1/2 of gigantic big bowl of guacamole, pet a bird, ate 1/4 of this spinach dip and then had a gigantic plate of Feijoada. (The Feijoada was beyond epic and it’s now my goal to make it for this here space.)
Basically what I’m saying is that I overate. Probably more than Thanksgiving. A dinner of just appetizers is like a dream for me. It reminds me of My-So-Called-Life when Rayenne complains about always having frozen appetizers for dinner and her mother has no idea what she’s talking about.
Eating just appetizers reminds me of afterschool snacks and tapas in Spain and my favorite television series of all time.
I’ve officially turned into one of those women who looooves going to Target. I honestly used to despise going there (it felt too errand-y), but two days ago I went for a very short list of things and then went INSANE! I had to use every ounce of self-control in my body not to spend like $500 on random shiz that I totally felt like I needed/wanted/needed. Throw back Lisa Frank folders were speaking to me. And I mean…the cosmetic section? Wha! Amazing, hello! Their Nate Berkus home stuff? Like, really really cute. And their bathing suits? Not too shabs at all.
Their summer stuff section made me so excited about 4th of July. I may have bought cute s’more skewers, two jumbo bags of marshmallows and a few boxes of graham crackers. Also am pretty stoked on the fact that I have this donut floaty in my possession right this very second. P.S. I should’ve bought a basketball pump because my cheeks hurt from trying to fill this dang thing with air.
When it comes to dinner I don’t often cook. I know that may seem a little crazy but it’s actually not the cooking that deters me, it’s the dang cleaning, man. I feel like I spend at least 75% of my life cleaning stuff. And things are still dirty! So, yeah when it comes to weeknight meals I don’t always cook.
My recent obsession is this restaurant in Los Angeles’ Thai Town called Pa Ord. It’s just one of those restaurants that fits the bill when it comes to price (it’s way cheap), delicious and interesting and somewhat close by (very important in LA #traffic). And every time I go it’s the same: one Tom Yum Gai (it’s spicy, incredible and somewhat healthy), sometimes a Fried Rice with holy basil and crispy pork and a green papaya salad. Always a green papaya salad.
To all of you who entered the giveaway on Tuesday, THANK YOU! I read every single entry (and still reading–it ain’t over!).
I LOVED hearing stories about your first cooking experience. Some of your stories were funny, simple, most involved grilled cheese, a lot of them were accounts of utter disaster, and some even involved pancakes! Others were sweet, visceral and really really beautiful. Some of your memories involved grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles who are no longer with us but left such an enormous impact on you and your relationship with cooking and food. Thank you for sharing these super personal stories. I loved reading them. I cherish them. I hold them close.
Today I’m sharing a very savory, non breakfast-ey recipe from the book. Coming up with 72 pancake recipes is a lil’ tough, so when I got to the dinner portion, I included all sorts of “pancakes.” There are patties, fritters, savory popovers, arepas and huaraches. I love these Spicy Black Bean Cakes. They’re really simple to put together, hella flavorful and they’re gluten-free! Woohoo! Oh and the Avocado Buttah is delicious.
Well call me Miss Mixologist. Three drink recipes in a week, ladies and gentlemen! That’s a first.
I’m on this drink-making kick and I have no idea why. My brain has been gravitating toward fruit syrups, herb syrups and thinking about sugars differently. I like the boozy side of my brain. I hope you do, too.
The recipe, along with other pictures and a rant about inner tubes, lives on Etsy’s blog. Have a safe Memorial Day. I’ll see you cute people back here on Tuesday. My book comes out on Tuesday (eeeek!). There’s gonna be some fun posts next week, along with a giveaway. Get your pancake hats on!
I feel like we’ve earned a cocktail this week, don’t you think?
I think we have. That’s my vote. I’m going to be frank with you and let you know that I’m not a margarita girl. Not one bit.
I’m more of bourbon on the rocks girl. I’m a fancy (or even cheap) kinda beer girl. I can be a wine girl, sometimes. Definitely a gin and tonic kinda girl. But never a girl who craves margs. But if I am gonna be that girl, the drank has gotta be spicy. I love a spicy margarita…but not too, too spicy either or else I’ll be that girl who eats all the chips trying to extinguish the jalapeño fire. I’m complicated.
I drank the last of this while watching this week’s Nashville and almost freaked out. If you’re not watching this show, you’re missing out on so much scandal, big hair, sequins and country music. It really is a dream of a show.
Last week we had a very brutal and random heatwave where it decided to be 90˙F(!!!). I had a literal and figurative meltdown that day. It was bad. But now the cold weather is here and I’m back to being stoked on life.
It makes me super grateful that we live in a world where hot weather takes a break–and allows us to stop sweating–and cold air enters. And I’m glad sweaters exists, and dogs with wrinkly faces exist, and, AND soup exists! Rad.
I love punk’n. Are you all punk’n-ed out? Hope not. It’s only October, guys. We’ve got a solid more month of this stuff.
There are times when I share recipes with you that I know very good and well require multiple steps (hello ding dongs!), a few ingredients that are a little pricey (wassup Arroz con Pollo), and some technique that might be unfamiliar (heeyyy French Omelet). Challenges are cool, but sometimes you just want something to be easy, delicious, brainless. I get it. This dish costs around $10 and takes maybe, like, 15 minutes to whip up. Too easy!
Valentine’s Day lands on a Tuesday this year, which means some of you might be coming home from work and you might be a little tired. This is what you should make. This is it!
On another note, if you’re a single lady on Valentine’s Day this year, you should make this too. I mean, I ate it all by myself while standing over the stove, so I dunno, there’s no shame.
And honestly, if you want to take to the comments to tell me how much you hate Valentine’s Day that’s cool, too. I’m here to support you…
Phew! I didn’t mean to be away this long. I missed you all!
I figured I’d take MLK day off, and then a recipe failure happened. And then I had to jump on a plane to head back east to bury myself in the work that I’ve been putting off for weeks. Procrastination, I hate you.
But good news: I’m here, working diligently and it’s awesome. I’ve been in this really awful anxious mood for the past few weeks, so all this doing, writing and completing feels refreshing and wonderful. SO, I’M BACK! And I brought cheese to this productive party, my dudes and dudettes. Cheese!