June 2010

So, I’m not exactly a trend-setter. I’m more of what you might call a trend-copier. And really, I’m not even good at that. I tend to catch onto really hot trends right as they’re on the way out the door, and then I hang onto them long after they’re considered cool. Yeah, I’m that girl.  This would all work out find if I could hang onto my clothes long enough for them to come back in style and be considered “vintage,” but I every few years I have a serious Feng Shui attack and empty my wardrobe of everything I haven’t worn in the last 6 months.

I’m definitely the same way when it comes to food. You’re all probably tired of seeing recipes for kale chips, since they’ve show up here, here and here and I’m sure plenty of other places as well. Heck, you can even find these at your local grocery store now. But even then, I still had to try them out for myself. I was incredibly skeptical that something so simple could really be as delicious of a snack as everyone raved.

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I have a few questions for all you lovely people.  If you can answer them, I’d be forever grateful.  You see, when I’m really bored (or not), I think of questions that I wish I could ask someone, but since I’m not sure who that “someone” would be, I’ve decided that it may be one of you….

When was the first cake baked?

Who baked the first cake?

What did they consume, i.e., drugs, alcohol, love, etc. that gave them the fantastic idea of mixing flour, butter, sugar together?

Did it taste good upon their first attempt?

If it did in fact taste good, did they then get massive amounts of marriage proposals?

Who took a cucumber and put it in vinegar and then called it a PICKLE?

Who’s dang bright idea was that?!

And why isn’t that person a national hero?

Why isn’t that person’s face on their country’s currency?!

If I ran the world, that dude or lady’s face would be on the nations currency.

And then, who’s amazing idea was it to put it in batter, fry it up and called it a Fried Pickle Chip. Answer: a genius, that’s who. A genius.

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Remember bubble gum ice cream? You know, vanilla ice cream that has bits of bubble gum scattered inside it? Chances are that you have a distinct memory of either loving or hating this as a kid. As I asked people about it in preparation for this recipe, I found that everyone had an incredibly strong opinion to offer. Me? I LOVED it.

The trick to eating ice cream that had bubble gum in it was trying to manage the gum as you ate. As every kid knows, if you swallow a piece of gum it will stay inside you for 100 years, so it’s best if you avoid having this happen. Therefore, as you ate the ice cream you had to save the bits of gum in your mouth. This gets a little tricky toward the end when you have a big wad of gum on one side of your mouth and you’re trying to get the last bites of ice cream through the other.

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Growing up, I was a total tomboy who had to be bribed with candy to wear dresses, or fancy shoes, or anything remotely girly. And even now, I wouldn’t consider myself a super girly-girl. But every now and then, I totally give in and embrace it.  Case in point: Thursday night a friend scored tickets to the Twilight premiere, and yes I’m going. I have this weird love/hate thing with the Twilight series and am sort of excited to laugh my way through the movie.  I’ll be doing what any normal person would do at the premiere:  tweeting pictures, of course.  So if I end up getting tackled by some security dude, I’ll just blame it on all of you…

Back to cupcakes…these things taste down-right pretty;  they’re baby pink, paired with cream cheese frosting, and topped with shredded coconut. Try them. Embrace your girliness for gosh sakes, even if you’re a dude. Trust me–they’re worth it.

Here are a few other girly things I’m loving right now…

 

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Before we go any further, I need to be clear: this is not a child-friendly recipe. Specifically, it should be prepared by those that are 21 years of age or older.

Sorry for the obvious stipulation, but when I originally saw this recipe on this blog, I noticed that an irate parent had commented that she didn’t think it was wise to be making vodka with a kid-friendly ingredient. I don’t mean to be rude, but sometimes common sense just doesn’t seem to come naturally to people.

So please parents, don’t give this vodka to your five year old, okay?

Good, glad we got that settled.


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Dear Recession,

I hate you I dislike you. I think it’s time for you to go away now, don’t you think? Look! I made you oatmeal cookies…think of it as a parting gift of sorts. So leave…now. You’ve caused nothing but trouble ever since you arrived and everyone is sorta tired of your face.

And to all you people that caused this, you sort of make me sick. My friends can’t seem to fund their movies, or get money for their art projects.  A bunch of my favorite restaurants and boutiques have closed their doors, which in turn has lead to a whole bunch of people now working jobs they don’t like just to pay the rent (and that’s if they can even find a job) all ’cause of you. People have shed a lot of tears, families have broken up, and overall, you’ve just made life a whole lot harder for a whole lot of people.  Sooo…I’m thinking you owe us something, dontcha think?  I think you owe us some cookies…I mean, it’s really the least you could do.  It certainly won’t make us forget, but you know, we’ll call it an olive branch.  And since  I’m pretty confident you can afford it, I’m demanding you put some bacon in those cookies, and I think Valhorna chocolate chips are also in order (see below for example).

So dig into your bonus-filled pockets, put on a cute, little apron and get baking. You suuure do have a lot of cookies to bake.

xoxo,

Adrianna

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I have a distinct memory from my childhood of my mother and I buying a coconut with the intention of eating the flesh and coconut milk inside. However, we got it home and sort of looked at each other to see who would make the first move to open it. I assumed that since she was my mother she of course knew all the secrets of the universe and was utterly shocked to discover that neither she nor my step-dad knew what to do. My stepfather, who flew jet planes in Vietnam and assembled my bike on Christmas day, was stumped by this little brown ball in our shopping bag.

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In my humble little opinion, limeade always trumps lemonade. Always. Why? Well…I’m not exactly sure; maybe it’s the extra kick of sour, or maybe it goes back to the times I used to eat whole limes with my Mom while watching bad daytime television. It was our little secret, because if you tell someone you eat whole limes while watching Jerry Springer, judgement ensues. Trust.

I wasn’t introduced to limeade until I had to go on a grocery run for my best friend’s grandmother, Mimi. She’s a badass of a woman who’s never afraid to speak her mind. She’ll tell you the cheap wine you bought sucks, or that the bread you took too long to bake is as hard as a rock. She also plays beer pong like a fratboy (seriously). Can you tell that I like her…a lot? Mimi’s turning 90 years old in September and she’s demanding a party, and I couldn’t agree more with her.

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Sometimes things don’t always go as we planned. I had planned to watch “The Wizard of Oz” at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery. I had even called all my friends, cooked up some recipes, scheduled a time to meet, loaded up the car and driven all the way to Hollywood just to have a picnic in the cemetery. However, when we turned the corner and were preparing to enter, we were met by this:

The photo doesn’t really do it justice, but basically the entire city of Los Angeles had the same thoughts that we had. And unfortunately for us, they had the idea about an hour sooner, and we didn’t make it inside. Yeah, it was a bummer. There are few things sadder than having a picnic meal and nowhere to picnic.

Luckily, I’m blessed to have flexible and endlessly enthusiastic friends. We took our picnic dinner and headed to a teeny tiny park in Universal City. We sat on blankets and drank wine, ate our food and watched the sunset go down. It was good, even without the red slippers or munchkins.


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Whenever the cafeteria in middle school served corn dogs, I was super psyched.  And every time I’d go to the State Fair, getting a cotton candy and a corn dog was a total must.  But nowadays, after having watched a lot of food documentaries, I kinda steer clear of them.  I love corn dogs.  I love hot dogs.  There’s seriously nothing better than a grilled hot dog in the summertime.  But those pesky undercover videos of people making hot dogs?

Gross city.

But I have a solution for all you lovely people: Homemade Corn Dogs! Yep! This way you can use any dog you like: veggie hot dogs, all beef hot dogs, Hebrew National hot dogs, grass-fed hot dogs–whatever you like. The world is your oyster.

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