I’m on an enchilada kick lately and today I’d like to introduce to you my latest obsession: enfrijoladas. It’s like a bean and enchilada sauce got married and no I didn’t make it up, it’s actually a thing. It’s basically enchilada sauce but with mixed black beans it it and cheese because CHEESE! It feels glorious and filling (duh) and super cheesy but surprisingly not like a gut-buster. That’s probably because there’s no meat in these—they’re veggie all the way.
This weekend is this football game everyone loves called The Super Bowl. Have you heard of it? I don’t know who is playing BUT I will by Friday and when I do, I’ll proceed to do lots of research so I can root for someone. It’s funny, I don’t really watch or pay attention to sports but I love all of the ESPN’s 30 for 30s and have watched the majority of them. Perhaps because they’re story-driven and they highlight some of the most beautiful stories.
Right now, at this very moment, I’m really into the art of relaxation. When I think of proper relaxation, I think of George from Seinfeld (and all of the other people who followed him) eating a candy bar with a knife and fork. I have no idea why but eating something that you should eat with your hands with a knife and fork feels like pure luxury to me! George was a man who knew how to live right.
I tried to eat this cracker and cheese and curd situation with a knife and fork and sort of failed but the attempt was ridiculous and absurd but soooo enjoyable. Today I teamed up with The Laughing Cow® to bring you a reinvention on an old classic: the cheese, cracker and jam combo.
It was part of Joy’s Sunday round-up (I love her Sunday reads). Oh man is was depressing. This article is all about dating and being dissatisfied and feeling like there are so many options out there so why would we settle when something better might be around the corner?!
I really think this is why it can be so hard to date in big cities. A lot of people are always in search for the next best thing. That search, that need for constant stimuli, the need for something even better than what you have makes people’s attention span thisbig. Good gracious, how terrible.
I’m convinced that the fastest way to lead a miserable life is to go around constantly wishing you have more. To compare your happiness to another’s and thinking it doesn’t measure up. I know this all too well. It’s a gnawing feeling. It’s the rat race and I’ve recently realized it doesn’t just pertain to our work lives. It can seep into parts of our personal life, too.
For all my single friends, I FEEL YOU I LOVE YOU STAY STRONG! To people who are in good relationships questioning, Are they good enough?! They probably are. Let’s talk about salad. (Don’t worry, I’ll have a cheese dish soon.)
Lately I’ve been in search of warmth of all kinds. I’ll call my mom and listen to her ramble on about her day because I like the sound of her voice regardless of what she’s actually saying.
I’m currently obsessed with Amelia’s warm chubby paws. She has soft hair growing in between the pads of them hat sometimes the groomer trims down, but I sort of like when he forgets and it grows super long. The warmest of places is the corner of Josh’s shoulder where I retreat after a particularly terrible day. No place feels warmer.
And the thing I want to eat when it’s cold and damp and sucky is this bowl of green pozole. It comes from Ashley Rodriguez’s new book, Date Night In, which is a super pretty book all about my favorite day of the week: DATE NITE.
Cooking fish in a papillote will forever remind me of going to Benihana as a kid. The chef (after he caught a shrimp tail in his hat) would always make my mother her favorite: a piece of salmon steamed to perfection in a piece of folded parchment. It was the first time I saw this technique, and I imagine it was my mom’s first time, too, because after that she always cooked her fish this way. “It’s healthy and easy and no clean-up!” she would always say. My mom, like all moms and lazy adults with no children, hates doing dishes so this technique is great to ease this sentiment.
Today I teamed up with Samsung, who recently put together these beautifully shot videos with some amazing chefs (Christopher Kostow? Whoa, hello!) on some of my favorite techniques. I personally love cooking technique and since I didn’t go to culinary school but have somehow found myself cooking for a living, I often times need videos likes these for reference. They help when I need to brush up on the basics.
I read one of those lame trend reports and apparently collard greens are the new kale. Did you know this? I feel like every year there’s always some sort of claim saying something is the new kale. Let’s just all be ok with the fact that kale is NEVER going away. It’s here to stay. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a moment with new greens.
I loooove collard greens. I love them braised like super Southern-style with ham hock and a side of fried chicken and I love them in this healthy iteration: blanched, air-dried and then stuffed with smooth, sumac-spiked hummus, crispy carrots, avocado, sprouts and herbs.
I could eat a million of these and it’s nice to know that it’s a-ok if I do…that’s if Amelia doesn’t steal them before I get to ‘em.
For the whole recipe and more photos, go to PBS Food.
I don’t discuss failures very often because a lot of the time, they’re sort of boring stories, i.e., my leavening ratio was off, the dish was bland, spices should’ve been toasted, etc. They’re not really all that exciting, but I think talking about them is important because probably from the outside it looks like I ace every single dish and the reality is that I don’t. AT ALL. And also, we all know perfection is dull. Is there anything more boring than perfection? No.
Today I was hoping to share with all of youse a beautiful silky smooth recipe for Homemade Yogurt. I started out hopeful. I did a ton of research and settled on the fact that there was no way I was going to buy a yogurt maker. Because A: I don’t need another kitchen gadget. B: I don’t make that much yogurt to justify the cost.
So, I did what a lot of people suggest: I mixed in a teaspoon of sugar into 2 cups of fresh milk (just to encourage the bacteria) and heated it to 170F-180F. At this time, the milk should cool to 110F. I did this. And then I mixed in about 1/4 cup good-quality Greek yogurt. (I wanted the two strands in there, so I used Greek.) I transferred the liquid to sterilized jars and left them out on my counter to sit. I’ll admit that it was drafty in my apt. It’s winter (ish) in LA after all. After around 8 hours, it was still super milky. I put it in the fridge thinking it would firm up. NOPE.
Ok, second try. I turned my oven on and set a baking sheet with the soon-to-be-yogurt on top. The oven was set to nearly 400F so it was really, REALLY warm in my kitchen. Six hours later, STILL LIKE MILK.
Tried it again just to make sure I didn’t mess up a step. NOPE. Still the same.
Josh came home, examined the yogurt and told me that at his restaurant they keep it out for longer, they move it from different places within the restaurant depending on the temperature and that it actually is fickle. It’s not an exact science.
UGH! As a person who writes recipes for da innanet, I can’t deal with the fickleness, especially when we can just buy damn yogurt for like $3. Why would we deal with the moodiness of yogurt?
If we’re DIYing something that we normally would just buy, my motto is that it needs to be less expensive than buying it at the store and the process needs to be easy because time is valuable. So, rather than attacking this for a fourth time, I decided to let it go. I decided that maybe I should just buy yogurt because making it at home was too dramatic and too uncertain and I don’t have time for dat. And I’m guessing neither do you.
So, here we are, first failure of 2015.
I’ll promise to share more failures in the future. I think they’re important. Also, if you’ve successfully made yogurt in the past, LET ME KNOW YOUR WAYS!
Who was your favorite Sesame Street character? Go on…I’ll wait.
I feel like this says a lot about you. Bert & Ernie fan? You probably appreciate good friendship. You like a Bonnie to your Clyde.
Oscar the Grouch your favorite? You’re probably a half glass empty kind of person and you like it that way. That’s ok, you’re safe here. I actually love negative people.
Big bird? You’re probably an annoyingly positive person. I’m more like Big Bird, I guess. I annoy myself daily.
My favorite was Cookie Monster. I’m not kidding. I actually have my old Cookie Monster stuffed animal, that’s stained and gross, which I have had since birth sitting in my current closet. I could never throw it away, though it should probably go to the dry-cleaners.
It should be no surprise that I loooove cookies. Love. One of my favorite chocolate chip cookie recipes I’ve ever created has no butter in it. That is a very, very bold statement, but it’s absolutely true. I’m very enthusiastic about these cookies!
A few months ago I had the pleasure to create and write a bunch of recipes for LouAna Coconut Oil. While I would definitely say I was a coconut oil fan before taking on this job, I was an even bigger fan after.
But let’s get back to these cookies because they’re important. The recipe begins like most cookie recipe start: by creaming together the fat (in this case coconut oil) with brown sugar and white sugar. I added a bit of rolled oats because I love the texture they add to cookies. And dark chocolate chunks make these cookies feel lil’ more grown-up.
I can honestly say that these don’t taste like you’re making the right choice, but you are.
Just promise me you will eat them with a side of milk. Whether it’s cow’s milk, almond or some other hippie milk I haven’t heard of, then that’s fine too.
For this chocolate chip cookie recipe and more, hop on over to here.
Even if I’m on a diet or trying to eat healthy, I’m always trying to find ways to incorporate carbs into my diet. I mean, I have the best intentions but it doesn’t always end well. It’s a daily struggle.
Some days I’m like, I WANNA LOOK CUTE AND BE IN SHAPE – NO BREAD! And then other days I’m like, BUT RICE AND BREAD!
This is somewhat of a happy medium. It’s healthy. I don’t care what anyone says but lentils are not bad for you. These are clean flavors, there is very little fat and all of the foods below are whole foods that I think anyone’s body would feel better having eaten. THIS IS MY STORY! I’m sticking to it!
I’m back! Did you miss me? No, you did not. You were too busy with your families and reading books and lounging. I was doing this too. I needed the break. It felt good to go away for a bit. And it feels good to be back.
The end of the year and the beginning of a new one always makes me hormotional. I think too much, analyze everything to death. It’s one of my many talents.
This year taught me a lot. It was full of lessons, so to speak. I learned that family doesn’t let family fall. I learned that the harder I work, the luckier I get. And I learned that, for me and my work and my life, trying is really the thing that matters most. I hope to hold these lessons close in 2015.
December was a good month. It was crazed and went as quickly as it came, but it was solid.
It started with lots of rain, which meant super clear skies.
I borrowed this beautiful throw from Nocturnal Knits to shoot a possible cover for The Year of Cozy. Amelia and I thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world.
We went and bought a tree together at Home Depot. She (naturally) thought it was a pretty exciting adventure.
There was a trip to The Flower Market and peonies were in season? Sort of surprising since they usually hit the markets in January. A lil’ early but WHATEVER ALL THE WOMEN IN THE WORLD WILL TAKE THEM!
It rained some more. And Amelia got a raincoat. She hated the raincoat, the rain and me. But I thoroughly enjoyed myself that day.