I’m going to sound like a broken record when I tell you that, as a kid, all I wanted in the world were terrible-for-you foods. Unfortunately, the only thing fun my mama was willing to buy us were frozen pot pies. I took what I could get! I loved the flakey crust and rich filling. The overly cooked peas and carrots…not so much.
These two lil’ baby pot pies are a way better version than the mediocre pot pies that I’d devour after school while watching The Power Rangers. Here’s what makes them fancy:
1. Schmaltz. Yassss!! This crust is special. Instead of butter (you can totally use butter if you don’t have schmaltz) I used schmaltz and it resulted in a really delicious, more crumb-like, very chicken-y crust. Oh man. I like it a lot!
So, usually in, oh I dunno mid-January, is when everything on Pinterest begins to be heart-shaped and red. Pancakes, jell-o, cookies, meringues, you name it. And every single time, my internal knee-jerk reaction is to whisper:
“DIE DIE DIE DIE”
I can’t help it. I’m just not a huge fan of Valentine’s day, but over the years I’ve realized it doesn’t have to be a lame holiday. There are tons of ways to have a perfectly enjoyable Valentine’s Day without it being dumb and annoying.
First step: Don’t buy champagne (grocery stores usually mark it up during V-Day anyway). Drink a pét-nat instead. Or beer. I love beer.
Third step: If you’re going to buy the cheesy candy from the drug store, buy it the day after when it’s 50% off. Duh.
Have you ever excitedly eaten something green, forgot you ate something green, and then talked and talked to all sorts of people you don’t know all that well?! I mean, maybe you even smiled and laughed a whole lot more than you usually do. You were feeling the moment.
And then you went to the restroom, as humans do, to only then look in the mirror and see a gigantic piece of GREEN THING stuck in between your two front teeth. UGH.
You know what the blogging equivalent? Accidentally hitting publish and not realizing it and then the next morning find your half written post up on the internets for everyone to see. UGH! That happened with this post.
I had a piece of blogging piece of spinach stuck in my teeth for like a while and it was not ok. But I’m over it and moving on so here we are…preserved lemons. Let’s preserve them.
Preserved lemons are basically lemons that have been salt packed and pickled in their own lemon juice. Think of it like the confit-ing of the pickle-world.
I like to add spices to mine like coriander, bay leaves and cinnamon sticks, but really you can include all of them or none at all. All you really need is salt.
To start, you make an X in each of the lemons and then you rub each one with a good amount of salt. In a jar they go for thirty days. After that you have preserved lemons that you can cut up and add to all sorts of dishes. In thirty days, I’m not kidding, I’ll be sharing a follow-up post to these!
Sometimes I come to write about a new recipe and I freeze. I’m not sure what to say or what to disclose or what to tell. Sometimes, a lot of the times, I want to tell you everything: my dreams, my drama, my stress, the parking ticket. But I don’t. I hold back most times. Mainly because I’m somewhat of a private person, I realize. I kind of want my struggles to be mine, I want to swallow them and hopefully make something out of them.
Sometimes I wonder if that’s a bad trait, or maybe it’s just a bad trait when you have a blog, which can often times become like another version of a reality television show. I’m not interested in that route.
I mean, it’s taken me years to tell my friends everything that’s going on in my life—it’s not easy. I find it easier to be the listener, the friend who nods and gives advice. I’m much better at that.
I think I’ve struggled with this the entire time I’ve had this blog. What is too much. How much should I share. Also, one thing I would never want to do is use my life with others, my relationships with them and just exploit that for likes, comments, attention. That would feel awful. Some things should be sacred and private and belong to people.
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.