| The Coziest Soup |
[Mar. 12th, 2007|08:04 pm] |
When Vin gets sick, I swear to god he is the biggest baby ever. It's like he's dying or something. He wanted to call his momma for sympathy and her special chicken soup, but I wouldn't let him. "Oh grow up!" I'm saying as I wait on him hand and foot. I'm as bad as she is. I made Potato Jalapeno Soup and he had 2 humongous bowls. Couldn't be that sick.
Anyways, I don't admit it, but I love to feed him. (No, I never ever admit it.) He wants me to make more tomorrow. Next time, I'll add the jalapeno amount that I want. When it comes to hot stuff the kid is such a wimp. I used the lowest amount, and it was a mild salsa heat level. But he's sick, so I decided to go easy on him today...  | Roasty Toasty Potato-Jalapeno Soup
Above is my gorgeous chunky Soup [RECIPE HERE]. It surprised me, it was THAT TASTY. Simple ingredients, too. I actually had everything! I freaking love it when that happens. |
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| BAKED Jalapeno Poppers! TRY THEM. |
[Jan. 9th, 2007|06:40 pm] |
So I get these crazy pounding urges for fried foods…especially after a good night of partying. You know, breaded cauliflower, french-fries, tater tots, anything deep fried really.
Finally I can tell you guys about what I made for my friend’s New Years party. I couldn’t talk about this recipe until now because Courtney of Naughty Curry told me not to tell anyone about it until she had her post up first. Jalapeno Poppers that are baked with Indian spices. [RECIPE HERE] Oh my god. Oh my god, they are d-fricken-lish. Juicy, satisfying, luscious, and so yum. For the party, I made a quadruple batch and they were quickly gone. EVERYONE loves em! I'm going to make these tomorrow night just for myself. If I add my extra hot chili powder to the spices, Vin will be bitchy as all hell, but he will stay away.
 | Baked Masala-peno Poppers
These little guys are the solution to my deep fried fetish. The method in the recipe seems long, but I had no problem with it. I cut them open for your viewing pleasure. [RECIPE HERE] |
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| Loaded Gorgeous Gloopy Spicy Chip Pile!!! [Vegan, Gluten-Free] |
[Oct. 23rd, 2006|09:56 pm] |
"Look at what momma has, boys!" I told the big group of cavemen that gathered for the big game at my house the other night.
I’m really super proud about this one, and I’ll tell you why. Loaded nachos with NO CHEESE, and no one missed it. See, there was this awkward thing going on because one of Vin’s biggest beer drinking buds, can no longer eat wheat. That’s totally weird, since this guy used to be a garbage gut. Now he just brings rice chips and mineral water. I felt bad for the guy even though he is kind of a prick, so I used my new spice knowledge to come up with this frickin awesome wheat-free nachos. [Well actually they are honey-dijon rice chips.]
What makes it is this sensational tangy hot Screaming Green hot sauce [RECIPE HERE] that is like this crazy jolt of flavor. Also in the pile is spicy rice, soy sour cream, and salsa. Best part is, I only told him it was wheat free. Everyone demolished it. The end. |
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| My Dirty Fight Over Vin's Sausage |
[Mar. 19th, 2006|03:41 pm] |
I swear to god when Vin comes home from the meat market, he acts like he went hunting or some shit. "Check these out, babe." He dumped a pile of deer sausages on the counter.
I rolled my eyes. "I'm not touching your nasty sausage."
"Admit it. You want it. You want my sausage bad."
"Fuck you."
"This vegetarian crap is just a phase. Eventually you'll give in. You ate sausage on our first date and you loved it."
"I was faking it.” Not true, but whatever.
So after work, I was doing my usual midnight cooking thing. I made this easy Dirty Rice recipe that Naughty Curry posted a while back. Trobee had told me over the phone that it was ghetto as hell but effin-goood. I took a bite. Yeah.
Vin comes home from work. He starts having a hissy fit because we were out of buns.
"Just shut up and give me the sausage."
"Shit. You’re not touching my sausage."
"Get the hell out of my kitchen. Go play your damn PlayStation. Give me 5 minutes. You're going to eat this and you will be begging for more."
So yeah. I cut up his precious sausage, mixed in with my lovely ghetto spiced rice, and served it to him. When I heard him grunting happily, I forced down a half-stale cherry pop tart and went the hell to bed.
The End.
Below is the Dirty Masala Rice, pre-Vin
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