A tale of two (dozen) cookies

4 12 2013

Today, I have a cookie tale to tell to you. It is filled with action, adventure, sorrow, and sweet victory, as every good tale should be.

On Sunday, I decided to make cookies for my fellow work comrades, as they all had a deadline on Monday that they have been working countless nights and weekends to meet. Imagine ten men and women sacrificing their precious time with their children, their friends, and televised football games in order to slave, seemingly unendingly, to meet an impossible deadline. Some fell ill, others went insane, and one man’s wife forgot her husband’s name entirely.

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Needless to say, the past few months have been dark times at our office. But, alas, the deadline was in sight! It was so close everyone could taste it. And to wash it down, I, the sole person excepted from this deadline, wanted to make cookies. A sweet celebration for the parched palettes of these dear friends of mine. And so, I consulted Joy.

Joy the Baker is a genius. She’s a cook, a storyteller, a photographer, and, let’s be honest: she’s easy on the eyes, too. Joy told me of Brown Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies. If you know me, you know I love chocolate chip cookies (CCC for short). They’re the best. They’re my favorite. Everyone knows this. And if there’s one thing that could make a CCC better, it’s brown butter. Good idea, Joy! You’re the best.

Sunday afternoon soon became Sunday evening, and, remembering my sad comrades who were indeed still at work, I set to work baking. I read intensely the recipe, I measured exactingly, and I mixed ingredients feverishly. I was determined to make these cookies amazing. To make them a reward worthy of my dedicated and weary co-workers.

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The house smelled like Christmas and heaven and adorable baby kittens. The cookies went together wonderfully. It was like my kitchen apparatuses were enchanted Fantasia-style, except without ever getting completely out of hand at the end. I browned the butter perfectly. I let the dough “rest” in the fridge like a boss. I lightly salted the tops of the cookies before baking to add a bit of extra pizzazz which Joy suggested. I tasted one when they were finished. Perfection!

I packaged the cookies carefully and held them in my arms as I walked to work on Monday. I arrived to the office with the precious cargo and placed the container lovingly in the kitchen for all to see. And I waited. And people asked me if I made the cookies, and I confirmed. And they asked if they were made from scratch, and I confirmed.

And I waited some more. And one guy told me they were good cookies. But he sits right next to me, so he probably felt obligated to try one.

And by the end of Monday, when the huge, all-consuming project had left our office, and the weary troops were done with their task, there were only six cookies gone! Yes, I counted them. There are more than a dozen people in my office. Not even half the people had eaten a cookie!

What is wrong with these cookies? I consider myself an authority on cookies. These were decidedly good. Right? Right?? I tried them; they were delicious. What is wrong with these people? I was sad. Were my cookies not as good as I thought? How could they resist them if they were?!

Over the next three days (three!), more were eaten, and I received more half-hearted compliments. I gathered up six cookies to take to other friends who don’t work in our office, since there were still so many left on Wednesday night. I watched as they dwindled at a pace slower than celery sticks at a pizza party. I pouted.

Today, Thursday, my co-worker came back from his honeymoon. He’s been gone a week and a half, and he missed out on the first few days of cookies. He’s a fellow cookie lover and connoisseur, whose cookie opinion I trust. He had not mentioned anything all day about said baked goods. Then, at 6:30pm, as I readied to leave, he sauntered to my desk.

“Those cookies are amazing,” he said.

And the weight of a thousand cookies melted away.

“Really?” I asked, spirits lifting.

“Yeah, they’re incredible” he confirmed. “You should sell them; you’re a really good baker.”

And I knew they were good, even though his sentiments regarding my overall baking skills were misguided and generally inaccurate. And I knew that something was just gravely wrong with my co-workers. Perhaps it was the weariness of exhaustion, or the general confusion and chaos of a deadline, or their irritatingly persistent health conscious-ness. We may never know. But we do know, with certainty, that Joy and I can combine powers to make an amazing cookie*.

*Fine, she can also singularly, without me, make an amazing cookie. And probably lots of other things. But we also, together, can do a decent job.





Recipe: Sweet Onion Dip

29 09 2013

I had a little shin-dig at my apartment a few weeks ago; my good friend, Natalia, is going to Colombia for four months and we wanted to see her off properly. And, apparently, to me, “properly” means “like a crazy person who can’t judge food quantities like a normal human”. Like my mother before me, I made enough food to feed three times the number of people who came to my house. But, this was one of the more successful recipes and so I thought I’d share (read: steal).

sweet onion dip from marthastewart.com

sweet onion dip from marthastewart.com

The party was on a Friday night, and, coincidentally, one where our entire office had to go to San Rafael for the day. So I couldn’t even come home early to prepare; I had to do everything the night before. I shopped at four stores. I stayed up until midnight sautéing, chopping, plating, and otherwise preparing all the stuff for the following day. And, since I am indeed apparently a crazy person, I wanted to have more than just cheese, bread, and veggies for appetizers, so I opted to make a few more things.

I searched the internet for appetizer recipes and arrived easily at Martha Stewart’s website. I have mixed feeling about the old gal since her whole bout with insider trading, but no one can deny her success. Her site was helpful, and this recipe for Sweet Onion Dip turned out to be a hit. I will plagiarize blatantly (below), but do see her website for more appetizers and for more info.

Ingredients

  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • 2 Vidalia onions (1 pound total), finely chopped
  • Coarse salt and ground pepper
  • 1 cup reduced-fat sour cream
  • 2 ounces reduced-fat bar cream cheese, room temperature
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons white-wine vinegar
  • 1/4 cup finely chopped chives*
  • Potato chips, for serving

Directions

  1. In a large skillet, heat oil over medium. Add onions; season with salt and pepper. Cook, stirring frequently, until golden brown, 12 to 15 minutes**. Let cool to room temperature.
  2. In a medium bowl, combine onions, sour cream, cream cheese, vinegar, and chives; season with salt and pepper. Chill dip until slightly thickened, about 1 hour; or cover and refrigerate up to 2 days. Serve with chips.

*Or, as many chives as you damn well please.

**She says 12-15 minutes. This took me almost an hour for whatever reason. They wouldn’t brown! I should have cooked them on higher temp probably, but didn’t want to accidentally burn them.





Colombian New Year’s Feast

1 01 2013

For NYE this year, I had the privilege of enjoying a Colombian feast cooked by my favorite Colombian friend, Natalia. She claims to be a mediocre cook, but I’ve seen no evidence of this mediocrity. The food we had last night was awesome. So awesome that I was too busy eating to properly photo-document the experience. But, this was the end result:

Colombian Feast

Colombian Feast

Item 1: Arepas

This is Natalia’s specialty. She’s made them for us before and they’re fun and yummy. Have you had a pupusa? It’s like that. A small, corn flour patty that is pan grilled (the way Natalia makes them) and then eaten by cutting in half and stuffing with veggies, cheese, and/or meats like a pita.

Arepas fresh out of the pan

Arepas fresh out of the pan

Natalia made “sweaty chicken” (don’t ask me, I don’t eat chicken), mushrooms, grilled peppers and onions, corn with string cheese*, with guac and a butternut squash/sun-dried tomato/goat cheese spread. It was all really, really good.

Item 2: Cheese Balls (aka bunuelos)

These little gems are deep fried balls of corn flour, egg, and grated queso fresco. Nick (Natalia’s husband) describes them as cheese donuts, which is relatively accurate. They’re fluffy and delicious. Mmmm… fried things.

Bunuelos = cheesy donut balls

Bunuelos = cheesy donut balls

Item 3: Fried Plantains

This dish is genius. I did not take enough photos, but read the directions carefully; it’s so easy and they’re so good:

  1. Take unripe plantain (the greener the better), peel, and slice into about 2″ long pieces. 
  2. Place plantain pieces in boiling pan of oil until they’re cooked all the way through. This will take maybe 15 minutes or so.
  3. Take the plantains out of the oil and while still hot, mash each slice into a flat piece with a couple rolls of a rolling pin (or coffee mug). Don’t roll so much that they fall apart.
  4. Set aside to cool. Don’t stack them ‘cuz they’ll stick together. Also, put some salt on them.
  5. Using that same pan of oil, fry the flattened plantain slices until they’re golden brown.
  6. Take them out and serve to your friends. Accept compliments.
Plantain slices fried once and squashed, ready for the second frying

Plantain slices fried once and squashed, ready for the second frying

These are SO GOOD. They are good by themselves, or with a splash of goat cheese, or covered in guac, or with all the same fixins as were on your arepa. Amazing. And easy, too.

So that was our New Year Colombian feast. Not a bad way to end 2012. Happy 2013!! Also, this was us after we were fed and happy:

Happy feasters. Or, Mala and her friends. Chef Natalia is on the left.

Happy feasters. Or, Mala and her friends. Chef Natalia is on the left.

*Corn with string cheese. By far the most unsuspecting part of the meal. It was amazing. Cut corn off the cob, put it in a pan with some butter. Then slowly stir in an egg so that it coats all the corn and stays light and fluffy. Then string some string cheese and melt that in with the corn. Ridiculously good.





Left Over Mac ‘n Cheese

21 02 2012

…and I don’t mean the good home-made kind. Hear me out.

So I had boxed macaroni and cheese last night. Stop judging me. I realize this is a food blog, but it’s my food blog so keep quiet. Also, it’s actually a restaurant review blog; it’s ten kinds of pathetic up here in my own kitchen. As you probably know. Moving on.

Trader Joe's brand boxed mac 'n cheese with: peas, beans, avocado, parmesan cheese.

I put peas in my mac and cheese. See? Health food. Today I have left over macaroni and cheese and peas. And no microwave*. What’s a gal to do? Make a numbered list, of course:

  1. Saute some green beans in a pan. Don’t be scared, just put a drop of olive oil and some salt in a pan with your beans.
  2. After some amount of time, put in your cold mac ‘n cheese ‘n peas with the beans.
  3. Let everything kick it in the pan. Stir some. Turn that heat up nice and good.
  4. Here’s the key part: the little macs start, like, browning in the pan. It makes them kinda crunchy. It’s amazing.
  5. Everything’s been in there a few minutes. The macs are browning. Everything is smoking hot. Now: sprinkle some Parmesan cheese on top. BAM! Like Emeril ‘n shit.
  6. Pour everything in a bowl and lecture your cat not to jump on the stove because sometimes it’s hot. Like now.
  7. Another key step: cut up some avocado and put it on top. Because why not? Avo is good on everything. Everything.
And then you have a weird, bastardized version of crappy boxed mac and cheese that’s way better than actual crappy boxed mac and cheese.

It was kind of amazing, actually. Maybe just compared to things that normally come out of my kitchen, but seriously, the crispy macs were all salty and good, the extra cheese was (and always is) an excellent decision, and the avocado actually confused me into thinking I might actually know something about food.

Which I don’t. But I did like eating left overs this time. Good job, me.

*No microwave partially because this is a new apartment and I haven’t convinced myself to buy one yet, and partially because it will take up all my awesome kitchen counter space if I were to get one. And because I don’t really use one. The jury’s still out.





Conversation with My Stove

8 01 2012

Summary: New apartment. First use of stove in this apartment. First use of any stove in months.

Conversation I just had with my stove:

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Me: You’re making weird noises, what does that mean? Are you on? I guess so, the big coil at the bottom is all red.

Stove:

Me: Ok, it looks like you’re heating up my pizza. How the fuck do I use this timer? Forget it, I’ll just use my phone.

Stove:

Stove: BEEP

Me: Oh god, are you going to blow up? Why would you beep? Did I set a timer by accident or something? Why is the coil getting dimmer?

Stove:

Me: Oh. I’m a tard. You’re pre-heated. To the temperature I set you to. That’s what the beep was for. Now I’m supposed to start cooking my food.

Stove:

Me: I am not good at this game.

—-

I think the stove may have rolled its eyes at me. I don’t really blame it.

Blog-related note: Restaurant reviews to re-commence soon; I haven’t gone entirely insane (yet).





I made this pie.

30 12 2011

Yes, it’s true. I made a pie. It was this one, here:

Chocolate Cream Pie a la Angie

I made it for Christmas, for my family. Like a normal person might do. I even created it under the loving tutelage of my mother, who refuses to do such things anymore but has no problem telling me how to do them.

And my family complimented the pie. “Wow, this is a good pie, Angie” “You made this, Angie?”

“Yeah, I made it. I’m good at cooking.”

Chocolate cream pie is about the easiest dessert to make. Ever. I guess pudding would be easier because that would have been the same recipe, just giving up halfway through. Regardless, here’s the recipe for (Angie’s Mom’s) Chocolate Cream Pie:

Ingredients:

  • Two big boxes (or one big box and two small boxes) of Jell-O Chocolate Instant Pudding. It must be the instant kind. I’m not actually even sure why, but my mom is very adamant about it; don’t mess with mom’s instructions.
  • Quart of whole milk.
  • Two pints of Lucerne heavy whipping cream. Per mom: must be Lucerne brand, must be heavy whipping cream, not just regular.
  • Half cup of sugar.
  • Teaspoon (or “glug” as my mom calls it) of vanilla extract.
  • Good or not as good chocolate bar to grate up and sprinkle on top.
  • 10″ pie crust.

Instructions:

  1. Using only 2/3 of the milk that the Jell-O box tells you to use, place the milk in a large bowl.
  2. Whisk in Jell-O pudding and stir for two minutes or whatever the Jell-O tells you.
  3. After two minutes the pudding will be done, and using less milk made it less runny and more chocolaty, which is better for pie. And probably anything.
  4. Put the chocolate pudding into the pie crust.
  5. Lick the pudding spoon and bowl.
  6. Pour two quarts of heavy whipping cream in another bowl. Doing this in the sink makes slightly less mess.
  7. Pour a half cup of sugar and a “glug” of vanilla into the cream.
  8. Using a mixer (My mom has a mixer and if you don’t, I do not have alternate instructions for you, sorry. I hope you read this in its entirety before actually putting these things in a bowl.), start mixing the liquid in the bowl. Use the fastest setting on the mixer*.
  9. Keep mixing.
  10. Ask your mom when to stop mixing.
  11. Ok fine, stop mixing when the cream thickens and your mixer starts to struggle a bit in the goo. Taste it to see if it tastes like whipped cream. It should stick on the mixer tongs a bit. If you mix too much, however, it will turn to butter. At least that’s what my mom says**; she always stops me before then because she’s a good person.
  12. Slather as much whipped cream on the pie as humanly possible. If you think you’ve put too much, just put a bit more. Think Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Also, please get that joke.
  13. Shave some of your good or crappy chocolate bar (I may or may not have used a left-over chocolate Easter bunny leg) using a grater and sprinkle over the top of the whipped cream so it looks like you’re totally pro.
  14. Lick mixer tongs and bowl.
  15. Present pie to family and/or friends. Accept compliments.

I somehow managed to turn the easiest recipe ever into a fifteen step procedure. That’s ridiculous and I apologize. But now you know. And knowledge, they say, is power.

*Ok, I use the highest setting on my mom’s 1970′s mixer. (Dude, that picture is almost exactly the one she has, weird!) If newer, space-age mixers have, like, a supersonic setting or something that mixes faster than the speed of light, maybe you could go to a medium speed. This is subjective; just mix the shit fast, ok?

**Maybe that’s like how parents tell you that if you sit too close to the tv, you will go cross-eyed? My mom usually doesn’t lie about stuff like that though, so I’ll believe her.





Recipe: Kale Chips

22 05 2011

After a short hiatus, it’s recipe time!! Have you had kale recently? I’d honestly never really heard of it until the Taminator (omg, that’s the best nickname, I hope I’m the first one to think of it, Tami) brought it over for Girl’s Night. This is, of course, Tami from Everyday Bites, mentioned also previously in the delicious Pesto Pita Pizza post.

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KALE!

So, kale! It’s sort of a fancy lettuce-type food that’s a bit tough and frilly. It seems to be uber “in style” now, like bacon and macaroons. See below photo of Boyfriend with Kale.

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Boyfriend with head of kale.

Kale, when toasted lightly in the oven, turns a bit softer and (if you do it right) gets a bit crunchy. And then eating it is like nibbling a fun crunchy snack instead of being forced to consume vegetables because they’re good for you. Actually, I love vegetables, so I never have to be forced. But still, this is a great way to eat kale.

Ingredients:

  1. Kale
  2. Olive Oil
  3. Salt
  4. Pepper if you like pepper

Steps:

  1. Heat oven to broil. Or 350. Or 375. Just turn the dang oven on, this isn’t rocket science.
  2. Rip the kale up into bite sized pieces and put in a strainer.

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    Kale in strainer.

  3. Wash kale.
  4. DRY kale. This is important and keeps it from being soggy. Use a spinner or paper towels or whatever you’ve got.
  5. Put kale in a big old bowl and sprinkle with olive oil, salt, pepper and whatever other spice you think might be yummy. Don’t over oil, or, again, you risk soggyness.
  6. Spread kale evenly on a baking pan or baking sheet.

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    Kale waiting to be baked.

  7. Put kale in the oven for, like, 5 minutes. Watch them closely because they will start burning quickly. You want them crispy and browned on some of the edges, but not completely on fire. If you take them out too soon, they’re fine but they are a bit tougher and not as crunchy. I know because I’ve erred on both sides.

    cooked kale

    Cooked kale looks just like raw kale. Just cook it and trust me.

Healthy, simple, delicious! Yum! For another take on kale chips, see the Runner’s Delight version!





Recipe: Pesto Pita Pizzas

1 04 2011

Say that three times fast.

I sort of hate when people tell me to say something three times fast, so I apologize.

Ok, Pesto Pita Pizzas. Are surprisingly delicious. Hence, they make it to my blog. You may have noticed that I don’t love to cook very much, but Tami made these for a few friends and me the other night and I just had to bring them home. And by “bring them home” I mean drive to Trader Joe’s and buy the ingredients for myself.

Ingredients

Ingredients.

PPPs require four ingredients from Trader Joes:

  1. Whole Wheat Middle Eastern Flatbread
  2. Genova Pesto
  3. Pecorino Romano Cheese
  4. Cherry Tomatoes

I added that last one myself. See? I’m such a chef.

What I love about this is that it’s ridiculously simple yet disproportionately delicious as compared to the required effort.

Steps:

  1. Heat oven to Broil.
  2. Lay pitas out.
  3. Cover with a lot of pesto. A lot.

    Pesto Pita

    Pita with generous amounts of pesto.

  4. Put three or so thin slices of Romano on each pita.

    Romano

    Next add the Romano.

  5. Cut tomatoes as you see fit and place desired amount of on each slice.

    Tomatoes

    Then add the tomatoes...

  6. Put sheet in oven for, like, ten minutes or something. Until the breads bubble up.
  7. Take out before something catches fire.

    Pesto Pita Pizza

    Pesto Pita Pizza

I like this because it’s open to interpretation. And hence forgiving to errors. Anyway, when they’re done, they are delicious and warm. The cheese is super salty and a little bit goes a long way. The pesto is surprisingly delicious for pre-made food, and the tomato is there to pretend that this is healthy in some way.

Simple, fast, delicious. I <3 pesto pita pizzas.





Hayward Farmer’s Market!

9 10 2010

It’s not a restaurant, but it provides me with food just the same — take a trip over to the Hayward Farmer’s Market every Saturday from 9am-1pm! We’ve been hitting up the market for a few weeks now and spend around $30 every time on local and (typically) organic produce for the coming week. It’s super fun and, after reading the Omnivore’s Dilemma, a total must.

It’s always a goal to “eat better” and, for me, attending the farmer’s market every week helps me do this. Here’s why:

  1. It helps me plan what we’re going to eat each week. What to buy? Well, better think of dinner for the coming week and buy what we need.
  2. It helps me eat healthier food because I am committed to actually eating what we buy. When I buy 4 nectarines, 2 zucchinis, and a bag of spinach, I actually eat those things. And they’re good for me.
  3. I can buy organic. Not everything at the farmer’s market is organic so don’t be fooled. But there are a few organic booths that post signs regarding their pesticide-free ways and I feel less chemically treated when I eat my strawberries each morning.
  4. I can buy locally. Most of the produce is trucked in from the central valley or from other corners of California, which doesn’t seem like terribly nearby. But compared to the Argentinian bananas and the Thai fish at Safeway, the carbon footprint is pretty light.

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    Booths at the Hayward Farmer's Market

You might imagine that a farmer’s market in the fabulous city of Hayward isn’t the finest around, but I would beg to differ. It’s just one block long, but it’s totally packed with awesome-looking produce and nice folks. There are even a few prepared food tents at the north end of the strip offering Mexican, Indian, Kettle Corn (no drooling, dad), crepes, cakes and a few other things. The live music seems to cycle every week and it’s typically foot-tappingly refreshing.

peaches

Peaches at the Hayward Farmer's Market

Our standard shopping list typically includes: Organic nectarines or peaches (until they go out of season soon); a three-pack of organic strawberries; squash or zucchini; spinach or green beans or potatoes or all three; fresh, locally made pasta (made in South SF); the occasional bolani; and sometimes a locally caught cod or sole from Half Moon Bay. And that’s only the tip of the iceberg, there’s a huge amount of other pre-made and fresh foods on offer at the two-dozen or so booths.

High fives all around for fresh produce at the Hayward Farmer’s Market, will I see you there this Saturday?





Recipe: Fried Catfish and Quinoa: A Juxtaposition

30 04 2010

B&C has been, so far, solely interested in food that other people make.  Specifically, East Bay restaurants that serve food that I purchase from them.  It’s a good relationship: drive, eat, pay, write.  But perhaps it’s time for B&C to evolve to discuss some home cooking too, no?

I’m not a great cook, it’s true.  In fact, I (we) typically don’t cook anything terribly exciting on any kind of a regular basis.  Boyfriend gets a bit upset when I say this, but I’d argue for the most part that it’s true.  I’ll concede, also, that he’s a better cook than I.  Moving on.  When we do make an effort, and we’re successful, why not blog about it?  This is a food blog isn’t it?

The inspiration for tonight’s meal came from Food Maxx.  Yes I shop there; it actually is a lot cheaper than Safeway.  I just pretend like the floor is tile instead of concrete, like the arrangement is such that it does not weave me through the store as though I could not navigate it alone, and that select other patrons don’t have tear drop tattoos.  Actually, the inspiration for this meal came because I’m cheap and because of baby seals.  One of those two you probably already knew.  I will explain the other.  The dudes who club baby seals for a living up in Canada are fisherman in the off-season (or vice-versa).  The Humane Society of the US tells me this (amongst other people), and also tells me that if I don’t buy the seafood they farm in the off-season, then they’re not supported as well to be clubbing seals come seal time.  In short, I try not to buy Canadian seafood.

This ruled out the salmon I typically go for – damn you Canada.  There were some salmon steaks farmed in the US, some cod, and, alas, some catfish nuggets.  And while I raise a skeptical eyebrow at seafood that’s gone on sale, I have no current qualms with inherently cheap seafood.  Do I like catfish?  I’m not sure, I can’t remember ever having it.  Are the “nuggets” so cheap because they’re crappy?  Dunno, but they look pretty normal.  $3/pound is quite convincing.  Catfish nuggets it is.

And while we usually grill our fishies in a spoonful of olive oil, or sometimes with a light sprinkling of marinade, we decided that these nuggets were begging to be crumbed and fried.  We’ve never really done this; here’s what Kane* came up with:

  • The package told us to soak the fish in milk for 15 minutes.  I thought for sure this was going to be a “made you do it!”-type prank, but we did it anyway.  I have no idea how this contributed to our dinner.
  • In a plastic container, Kane mixed flour, corn meal, mashed up Breton wheat crackers, salt, pepper, and cayenne pepper.
  • He then drained the milk from the fish and placed the fish in the container.
  • Sealing the container, he proceeded to shake it vigorously to make sure all the nuggets were covered with breading.

We ran out of vegetable oil, so he fried these sad fish nuggets in half veggie half olive oil.  Redneck portion of our dinner out of the way, I had been all the while dutifully preparing the more cultured, college-educated half of our dinner in the meantime.

Quinoa is a actually a seed, though you cook it pretty much exactly like rice.  It turns into little fluffy balls of yum that taste sort of like brown rice.  It is typically eaten in place of rice or couscous and is very high in protein and other good stuff.  We were first introduced to it in a vegan cooking class, and so as far as I’m concerned, it’s sort of hippie, trendy food.  But, they sell it at Trader Joe’s (no surprise), so I appeased my tie-dyed heart and bought a box a few weeks ago.  I cooked some up for tonight’s feast to go hand in hand with our breaded and fried fish nuggets.  I’m a modern city girl and I do what I want in the kitchen.  No rules hold me back!

Steam up a pre-cut package of broccoli/carrots/snow peas and we’ve almost canceled out the harm of the deep fried fish.  I know that’s not how it works, but I don’t care.  Our conclusion was this surprisingly delicious meal:

Fried catfish nuggets

Fried catfish nuggets - yum!

Quinoa, veggies, fried catfish

Behold - Bohemian Bumpkin: Quinoa and vegetables with fried catfish nuggets.

Quinoa, veggies, fried catfish

Up close and personal.

The combination was really quite good.  We had no idea.  Maybe that made it taste better: we were sort of out on a limb and thinking it probably wasn’t going to work out.  You can’t go wrong with the veggies, those are foolproof.  The quinoa was cooked pretty much perfectly; I didn’t run into my typical rice problem of having too much water and/or burning it.  The little nuggets fried up really well and looked a lot like chicken, though I assure you they were not.  I dipped mine in mayonnaise, like the low-rent gal that I am, Kane slathered his in ketchup like a ten year old.  I dabbled soy sauce on my quinoa, Kane took out the teriyaki sauce.  Yep, we were all over the place.  What’s important though, is that we were successfully scattered in our dinner choices.  High fives all around.

*Beware blog readers, The Boyfriend has been named!








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