Bacon Crisps
It’s official. Thanksgiving is over. It is usually my favorite holiday. I love having my house full of people, making lots of delicious food and keeping busy in the kitchen. I don’t know if it is because school has been so busy with the kids or I was having some kitchen burn out but this year I was the scrooge of Turkey Day. I think we will be taking a little break next year. This was my NINTH year hosting…and I deserve a break! See? I’m STILL grumpy!
Citrus Herb Chicken
We are deep in throes of Summer people. I’ve survived two camping trips, a wedding, two weeks of swim class, gymnastics camp, play dates, swim dates, having the neighborhood children over, beautiful weather, great food, great friends and NO ALARM CLOCK.
Balsamic Flank Steak with an Arugula and Shaved Parmesan Salad
For my birthday my mom and I went down to Hollywood and had lunch at Pizzeria Mozza. It wasn’t my first rodeo and knew that I needed the Bianca pizza and a Caprese salad. Stat. Leading up to the day, my girlfriend told me she had bought the cookbook that had all of the recipes from the menu. WHAT!?? How did I not know about this cookbook!?! We enjoyed a delicious lunch and finished it off with an order of the butterscotch buddino. And one order of the cookbook.
Six Cup Salt Crusted Pork
Don’t be scared. Don’t close your eyes. I promise this recipe is not as crazy as it looks. And I promise it’s easy. And the pork isn’t salty. And you will love it. And re-pin it. And if you don’t know what it means to “Pin It” then we need to talk.
Simon and Garfunkel Chicken Stuffed with Gorgonzola Cheese
Gosh, that’s a mouthful. But I feel like it needed its whole title, ya know? Sing with me – parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme….Here is the deal. I am SO NOT a big fan of chicken breast. It just seems boring. I like it in my salads but honestly, to BBQ chicken breast? It usually comes out dry and yuck. Now, my father-in-law LOVES chicken breast. Being a loving daughter-in-law, when he came over for dinner one night I made him this chicken. On the BBQ. (well, Ryan grilled it. He’s the grill master. Which reminds me, get ready cause I have a Labor Day weekend grilling extravaganza coming your way – time to get your man involved! Okay – back to this chicken now.) When I took the first bite I thought to myself, “Holy Bananas!! That’s YUM!” Add the cilantro corn and fire roasted artichokes on the side and it was a completely yummy meal. I borrowed the seasoning ingredients from my pals at Amazingribs.com and then stepped it up a notch by stuffing this chicken with gorgonzola cheese. Here we go peeps!
Hubby’s Note: Men love fire. Men love food. Thus, men should grill. I learned how to grill about a year ago from Craig “Meathead” Goldwyn on his site www.amazingribs.com. It’s so much more than ribs and if you are a man, you need to check it out. If you have a man in your life, you need to send him there for tokens of wisdom such as “If you boil ribs, the terrorists win”. Anyway, I found this spice rub (and the S&G moniker) on Meathead’s site. And my amazing wife pumped it up a notch. Hubby inspired, hubby approved!
Butter Chicken
I was very fortunate that when I had my second little one (we’ll call her “Buggies”), my mommy friends came by every night at 5:30 and dropped a complete meal off for my family and I for two fantastically wonderful weeks. As any mom can attest, the last thing a new mom wants to do or has the time to do, is cook a meal for your family (you’re far too busy “being” the meal for your new little sleep deprivation machine). One of the meals dropped off for us was what the hubby and I now call….Butter Chicken. I find this funny because there is absolutely no butter in this dish. It should be called Rosemary Chicken or Olive Oil Goodness Chicken but alas, it is the Butter of the Chick. I usually serve this with my mashed potatoes because it helps balance out the rich flavor of the chicken. Check that recipe out too!
Hubby’s Note: There’s no butter in this chicken? But it’s called Butter Chicken? A woman must have named this. Well, it tastes like butter. So I forgive the transgression. (More please?)