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The New Years Resolution Will Not Be Televised! (but it will be blogged)

Saw Food, Inc. Kill me now.

food-inc-movie

My New Years resolution (besides working this fat ass out) is to shop at more farmers markets and eat smaller portions with the goal of being a bit more conscious of my consumption. Ima also do my best to plan out meals so I can double up on the ingredients I buy. How many times does your recipe call for scallions, you buy the bunch, use half, and throw the rest out a week later? So yeah, that shit cannot be happening.

Here is mine and B’s meal plan this week, all different meals that use many of the same ingredes:

Bright and Spicy Citrus Salad Over Rice

That Soba Noodle / Shiitake / Spinach jam on the NYTimes most emailed list for the past couple days.

B and I used to wok up some rice on the daily, haven’t in a while, looking to get back to our roots with some Pork Fried Rice. (wok, peanut oil, chopped pork chop, cooked rice (brown?), cabbage, carrot, siracha, sesame oil, cilantro, basil, bam.)

Although I get my Ashe on, on the reg, I also got a need for the chipotle to hit that tongue as well. I’ll be doing this poached shredded chicken breast with chipotle dressing this week as well.

Oh, and something with a sweet potato. All yall healthy people been squawkin about this shit for a while, I really wasn’t down, but I’m going to try it for lunch. I’ll let ya know how it goes.

Something Meaty on Something Greany: Vietnamese Salad

I make my hunger diversify its preoccupation with asian food at least. You don’t see biff and broccoli up in this bitch everyday, do ya? Didn’t think so. But I suppose you do get a lotta shit with soy sauce. Sorry? Or… you’re welcome.

I’m working in Chinatown at my day job that does pay these bills (cause yall see that ad to the left? please know fo sho that that shit ain’t puttin food on the table). There is this vietnamese spot near my office that I like to go slam 4.75 on the table of and order a big fat hardy bowl of rice/salad/beefy shtuff. I recreated it for you here. You can substitute the rice for rice noodles if you want. Or, if you are an atkins freak that thinks bacon is better for you than bread, remove the rice product all together.

Vietnamese Salad

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Sally Sells Shellfish By The Seashore

Sally sells seafood by the seashore. I can say that easy. I can’t for the effing mother humpin life of me say “shellfish” before or after any other word. Can you? So, in tribute to shellfish and it’s tricky tax on my tongue, I offer a few food affiliated tongues ties right before I present you with a completely non sequitured recipe for steamed clams and mussels marinara. Mm-mm good.

If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, where the fuck is the pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

A box of biscuits, a batch of mixed biscuits. (when my cousin little, he used refer to balls as biscuits and tell everyone he was going to kick em in the biscuits.)

Lily ladles little Letty’s nipple lentil soup.

Irish wristwatch. (ok, not food related but for some reason, but I like.)

Beer Steamed Clams

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Ready, Set, Eat

B and I got Wii and I have been killin it in some mario kart. Sometimes I let him win, but only when I’m trying to get some. But I think our marioluigilove is carrying over in the kitchen cause wea makina somea pizza. Foreal this is easy when you buy the dough from whole foods or your local pizzaria. It’s like, forty cents and you gain a whole freaking day of not watching dough rise. Modernity at its best.

So we thought we would get some kitchen stadium action over in BK. Although there was no secret ingredient, we were going to have a winner. And if cooking was anything like driving a remote control video game, I was clearly going to win.

The Breakdown
5 points for originality
5 points for presentation
5 points for health
10 points for taste

And yes, he and I were both doing the cooking, the judging AND the eating. Guess who won. Just goes to blow ya, a woman’s place is in the kitchen.

Pizza of the Sea

My Big Fat Greek Pizza

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Salads Aren’t Just For Annies No Mo

I  decided that until I get my dehydrator and become an expert at making jerky (yes, I’m predicting jerky to be the next hot thing – don’t tell), I’ll challenge myself at making salad. Think about it: a salad is so easy to make delicious cause god is natures original chef, so what can you do to challenge god? You can do it by flipping the script and creating some explosive flavor combos yo mama never thought of. Make yo grandmama blush. Why not, right?

Here is something NOT crazy, but too delicious not to rub on my face: a traditional panza-wannaeatyoualldaylong-nella salad. Hot damn. Get in my mouth. Here’s how to do it: Grab some semolina bread and cube, toast in a pan with a bit of olive oil (keep your eye on it cause it will try to burn behind your back (bitch)) and then dump a load of fresh mozz on the bread in the pan and cover until melty. Put the bread on top a pile of mesclun, torn fresh basil, tomatoes, and sliced red onions. Dump a nice load of red vinegar on top so the bread gets soaky and soft. Add a bit more olive oil and then salt and pepper. Dream about me when you put it in your mouth.

Panzanella Salad

The Panzanella salad is a typical piece of gold. Here is my science experiment. Salad Challenge #1: Spiced Cinnamon Apple Salad. Ew-ish, right?

Spiced Apple and Arugula Salad

Slice some apples and sprinkle with cinnamon and cayenne. Add the apples to a bowl of arugula. Drizzle with some honey and red vinegar and a bit of olive oil. Mix well. Eat. Gimme feedback. Tell me it sucks. Tell me I suck. I dare you.

Yo Mamas So Fat…

…when she broke her leg, gravy came out.

This post is dedicated to madukes who knows how to throw and feed a party. Not to say that my mama’s fat and got gravy legs cause her legs are just the beginning of her hotness, but just thought I would get the mama jokes out the way so yall don’t have to. Ya hear? Really. You really don’t have to.

Last night, she had her crew over and as usual, went above and beyond with the spread. If you want a lesson in party food, lemme let you know that this is where it’s at. All recipes are available, just let a chick know in the comments and maybe madukes will bring it with a guest post.

B and I brought jello shots to the shindig. Damn easy: follow the instructions on the box which calls for 1 part boiling water, 1 part cold water. Substitute the cold water with vodka and walla, you got your self a real-life sorwhority party up in this piece.

Check this menu.

Dried Italian Sausage, English Cheddar, Chorizo, Pepper Jack (I hovered here for a bit):

Salsa and Guacamole, a must:

Hummus and Vegetable. No recipe for this one here cause this is straight up Sahadis. Why mess with perfection?:

Mozzarella, Tomato, Basil Salad AKA Caprese AKA Get In My Mouth:

Olives. Again, thank you Sahadis.

BBQ Pulled Pork, served as sliders with hot dog buns cut in half:

Artichoke and Spinach Dip. Ma refers to this as her favorite white trash dish. For me, it’s tied with tuna salad with crushed potato chips. Holla.:

Triple Creme Brie with Grapes (pretty sure I added on a whole roll of fat with this one):

Jello Shots, cause it ain’t a party till your holding a strangers hair back over the vomatoriam:

Let me know next time you’re hosing and I’ll come eat all your food. Word.