Camarones a la Diabla is the tastiest Mexican shrimp dish. Spicy sauce is made and then the shrimp is cooked in it. Served over rice, this is a delicious meal.
Coconut shrimp always reminds me of Outback Steakhouse.
And bloomin’ onion appetizers.
And steaks that are super fatty that come with those weird wooden handle steak knives that are–for some reason–rounded? Can you tell I grew up in the 90s…and deep in the suburbs?! That stuff was awesome.
Teri takes the pretty pictures and Jenny makes and food styles all the recipes. They’re both super talented and make everything pretty and delicious. So when I saw this coconut shrimp recipe on their blog (I got a sneak peak a few weeks ago!), I knew I needed to make it…stat.
New Years is approaching at lightening speed and for everyone that means coming up with a new lame New Years resolution, which will inevitably be broken or given up on by the third week in January. So in lieu of attempting to not be a total failure at the beginning of a new year, I’ve decided to set a resolution that I know I can’t screw up. Ready for it? My New Years resolution for 2010: Drink more water. That’s it. Drink more water. It’ll leave me with clearer skin, no more headaches due to dehydration, more energy, and a healthier body overall. Not too shabby right? I feel like I can take this on. I’ve even gone so far as to buy a cute polka dot canteen that I plan on toting around with me everywhere I go.
Everyone has a word that grosses them out, and most of the time that word doesn’t necessarily insinuate anything gross. For instance, a friend of mine is repulsed by the word “moist”, which is weird because moist, to most, is a good thing. I mean, give me a moist piece of chocolate cake any day. But I get it–we as humans are weird like that. Wanna know my word? Scampi. I know, I know–it doesn’t make any sense. There’s no logic to it. I mean, what do I have against “scampi”? Honestly, I can’t really tell you except that the word is unappealing to me. I can’t tell you the last time I had Shrimp Scampi and it’s all because its name–it is so not fair. Poor Mr. Shrimp Scampi. So when I was thumbing through the pages of this month’s issue of Food & Wine, it definitely wasn’t the name of this dish that drew me in, instead it was its butter sauce speckled with parsley and red pepper flakes and tons of garlic. Oh, and the awesome promise of its accompaniment being a crisp, cold glass of chardonnay.
When I was kid, the only thing my mom trusted me with in the kitchen was the salad. So every night, right before dinner was to be served, I was asked to come in the kitchen and make this bland, boring salad. I’d reluctantly tear up the lettuce, cut a tomato and cucumber and it’d be done—it was the easiest chore I had to do, but that memory has resulted in me being a non-salad eater. People love salads—me? Not so much. When I go to a restaurant, the salad section is usually not even an option for me, unless it’s a caprese salad, which isn’t really even a salad, it’s more like a cold appetizer. So I’m scarred for life—no salads for me…until…my trip to Raleigh, NC last month where I tried this incredible salad at Firebirds.