May 2011
11 posts
Can we talk about pistachio pudding?
In my wildest food-related fantasies during homework-filled, chaotic nights such as these, I make myself 6 inches tall, Honey-I-Shrunk-the-Kids style, stand on the edge of this bowl and swan dive into this speckled mint-colored goodness. I lounge in the curve of a silver table spoon and gaze out upon the gelatinous landscape and inhale the intoxicating smell of modified food starch and Yellow 5...
Bologna supper bound
Fair Kitchen Oddity Readers,
I apologize for my MIA-ness lately. I’ve been preoccupied with preparations to move back to Minneapolis for the summer, which mostly included palmetto bug proofing my house.
So far my top 10 food-related goals for my summer in Minnesota include the following dreams, wishes and desires:
1. Get all up in a fried soft shell crab sandwich at Mill City Farmers...
Today is brought to you by the letter G
It’s true. They are.
Especially if you make them with milk, chicken broth and a mess of cheddar cheese.
A Rapture-worthy dinner
Although I was pretty sure I would inevitably wake up on May 22nd, I have never been one to turn down a vaguely-religious excuse to make an extravagant meal.
So, armed with a Fresh Market gift card, Justin and I put together our ultimate last supper: Salt-fried Ribeyes, sautéed radishes in butter and rosemary, mandarin, goat cheese and almond salad and rhubarb raspberry custard pie.
First...
Exploiting the mystical properties of bananas
Normally, when my boyfriend shows me things he’s found on the internet, they are pictures of puppies and or informational charts from imgur. So when he came to visit this week with news of a recipe he saw on reddit that can turn frozen bananas into ice cream, we had to empirically test it for ourselves.
Mircale of miracles, if you freeze bananas until they are solid, peel them and put...
"I never said I was French" ratatouille
When I was introduced to my boyfriend’s uncle Joe, a man who has seven fake deer in his yard for target practice, owns several Clint Eastwood-esque guns and wears an animal paw around his neck, he asked me if I was Italian — a legitimate question since they have a framed copy of the family red sauce, two members named Angelo and lasagna for Easter dinner. Timidly, I said that I was...
An ode to cereal
Dear Cereal,
At this moment in time you are the wind beneath my wings, the Art to my Garfunkle, the reason to carry on.
In the words of one of the most underrated bands in music history, Chicago: You’re the meaning in my life; you’re the inspiration.
When I am having thesis proposal breakdowns, project disasters, probing life questions or barely the time to urinate, there you are...
Dishing on dishes
My parents always joke around that some women have a problem with shoes, but my mother has a problem with dishes.
She even carted around a box of broken dishes while we moved from state to state to foreign country to sate to state to state and made a coffee table out of them which I use in many of my photos.
Since I moved to Savannah and far far away from my 1993 Kenmore dishwasher in my...
More adventures in deep frying
Your eyes deceive you fair readers. What you think is a glorious heap of french fried potatoes is actually a mess of eggplant fries.
Eggplants are bizarre — sort of like the Mickey Rourke of the vegetable world: really weird looking and intimidating, but when given the right role, they are worthy of an Oscar nomination.
At first, I thought I had completely overestimated how much...
Don't you know the difference between seltzer and...
Weeks of a horrendous group project and other grad student-ish things like eating scrambled eggs and a piece of frozen pizza for dinner have subsided for now, and I finally have a few days to make dinners suitable for human consumption.
After watching the “The Pitch” episode of Seinfeld where George and and Jerry discuss why salsa is becoming the number one condiment in America and...
"President Obama is the best" chocolate zucchini...
While I hate to divulge political views here at Kitchen Oddity because sadly they can become incredibly divisive and alienating, it really isn’t a secret that our president is one of my heroes and decorating motifs in my house (I would insert a picture of my living room complete with my Barack Bobblehead and Bradford Exchange Michelle statue, but I’m pretty sure homeland security...
