I’m still here!
And I’ve been cooking too… but my camera seems to always be somewhere else around dinner time.
But this is what I’ve been making a lot. Basically every time there is any sort of party. Or an overabundance of tomatoes.
Hope to be back here again soon… until then, eat well.
It’s certainly no secret that I love Thanksgiving. I love those days leading up to Thanksgiving, spent in brainstorming menus, planning out logistics, starting the prep, and solving the puzzles of refrigerator space. And of course, the actual day of Thanksgiving, when everyone hangs out together for a whole day with nowhere to go and nothing to do but chat, cook, eat, drink, and be generally merry — what’s there not to love, right?
But there’s another reason I love Thanksgiving. Even after everyone has gone home, all the leftovers have been eaten, and the colors have faded from memory just a little, you’re still left with this warm and fuzzy feeling of a day well-spent, cooking a giant, delicious meal for those you love. A feeling that brings a smile to your face throughout the crazy holiday season to come. Especially a holiday season that creeps up upon you because you’ve spent most of December holed up in a library writing and totally forgot about that little thing called Christmas and so had to run around to do the shopping literally two days before Christmas.
So this year in particular, I’m thankful for the memories of Thanksgiving.
So apparently, October is over. Where did it go?? I guess at least that means it’s that much closer to my favoritest holiday ever! Woot! (Not that I know what we’re going to make for Thanksgiving dinner yet.)
I sound like a broken record these days: life so busy, no time to write, blah blah blah. But I realize it’s really just an excuse. The truth is I keep feeling like I need to have something to say before I can write a post. And these days, I don’t really feel like I have much to say. Or at least, anything remotely interesting or clever that’s not related to wanting to graduate, painting walls, having to pack stuff into moving boxes, etc. But I miss posting! So I hope it’d be ok if I just shut up and post pretty pictures for a while. I promise I’ll keep it at least somewhat related to food.
A lot of times, when people find out my love of food, they tell me that I should go be a food critic. I would smile but tell them that there’s no way that would happen. I mean, don’t get me wrong, just like anyone else who loves to eat, I also happen to think that the life of a food critic is pretty grand. And I do daydream sometimes about being able to eat at the hottest and newest restaurants in town for work(!!). But here’s the truth of the matter: I would make an absolutely terrible restaurant critic.
Just kidding! In fact, it’s anything but a trifling matter. Because I cannot be more excited about my guest post over on I Am a Feeder. Thanks to the lovely Ms. Jackie Lee for the invite!
And yes, I made a trifle and Jackie’s British. I know, I’m hilarious. Now hush and go make yourself a trifle.
I was sitting at work on Thursday when a chat window popped up on my screen. My sister asked, “Do you want to come with me to La Cocina‘s Street Food Festival preview dinner?” Uhh, did she just ask me if I’m a sucker?? Of course I want to come! Doesn’t she know my middle name is “StreetFood”?? (Ok fine, it’s really not, but how cool would that be?)
Welcome to the new site design! I’ve tried to make sure most things are working, but if you notice anything odd, please do me a favor and drop me a comment to let me know. Hope you like the new look!
I’m not a competitive person by nature. But! If the first time you meet me is on July 4th, in the vicinity of Chez BabyChili, then you may not really believe that last statement. Especially if you are also in the process of placing a beercan chicken on the grill. Because once a year, during Battle Beercan Chicken, IT. IS. ON.
Ben’s annual BBC is one of my favorite traditions. So much so that at the start of every summer, you will find me constantly bugging him about when it’s happening. I know. It’s always held on July 4th. I know. But hey, my mama didn’t raise no fact-assuming, non-triple-checking fool!
This week, it’s Tres Leches cake. Last week, it was Tibetan momos. A month or so ago was Hainanese chicken rice.
When life gets busy, some people like to daydream where they want to go on vacation when they get a break. Me? I like to daydream about all the things I want to cook when life simmers down again. My list is growing longer every week. But no matter, because once I’m done with school, I’ll have free time up the wazoo.
Wait, don’t answer that. Ignorance is bliss, after all.
Maybe you’ve already heard (especially if you follow me on Twitter), but I’m officially addicted to savory oatmeal. I’ve been eating it constantly for breakfast and have even been tempted to eat it for dinner too, especially with all this research/thesis-writing staring me in the face.
It’s a bit blurry but I think this is what happened. One day, I stumbled upon Penny De Los Santos’ gorgeous post about savory oatmeal and I unconsciously filed the idea away. Then one morning a few months later, I was rummaging for breakfast ideas, spotted some leftover oatmeal, randomly remembered the idea, and voila! An obsession was born.
Honestly, I may never go back to the sweet stuff again, now that I’ve started playing around with the endless possibilities of the savory path. Leftover sauteed greens, a poached egg, and a pinch of red chili flakes (top photo)? Oh it works.
And of course, I had to try Penny’s original idea of olive oil, sea salt, black pepper, and a hard cheese (I used Parmigiano). Oh dear. It may not look like much but hey, didn’t your parents teach you to not judge an oatmeal by its color??
You can now see the full list of items up for bidding over at The Tomato Tart’s post. Remember, bidding opens on Wednesday March 30th. I can’t wait to send some of you these scones! :)
Was it really only two Thursday nights ago that I saw the scariest video I’ve seen in a long long time?
Many of you know that I generally avoid horror movies because, yes, I’m a wimp when it comes to things jumping out from dark corners even if it’s all make-believe. So whenever I go out of town, Nathan takes advantage of the temporarily wimp-free household and goes bonkers Netflixing horror flicks.
But the video I saw two weeks ago wasn’t a horror movie. It was real. It was live footage. It was of a ridiculously major earthquake followed by a ridiculously giant tsunami devastating everything in its path, just a mere ocean away. I watched helplessly the footage of that angry ocean reclaiming plots of farm land, dragging burning houses(!) in its wake. I watched with my jaw dropped, actually wishing that what I was watching was really a horror movie and not the news.