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Butter and the Food Blog Forum

March 16, 2010 Leave a comment

I’m not of Facebook or MySpace or Twitter or LinkedIn or any other networking sites.  But very recently, like yesterday, I joined the Food Blog Forum, which is a community for food bloggers.  Spiffy.

So, as a thanks to Steamy Kitchen and White on Rice Couple for creating this community where bloggers can help each other, I dedicate to them Elizabeth Alexander’s Butter.

“Butter”

My mother loves butter more than I do,
more than anyone. She pulls chunks off
the stick and eats it plain, explaining
cream spun around into butter! Growing up
we ate turkey cutlets sauteed in lemon
and butter, butter and cheese on green noodles,
butter meting in small pools in the hearts
of Yorkshire puddings, butter better
than gravy staining white rice yellow,
butter glazing corn in slipping squares,
butter the lava in white volcanoes
of hominy grits, butter softening
in a white bowl to be creamed with white
sugar, butter disappearing into
whipped sweet potatoes, with pineapple,
butter melted and curdy to pour
over pancakes, butter licked off the plate
with warm Alaga syrup. When I picture
the good old days I am grinning greasy
with my brother, having watched the tiger
chase his tail and turn to butter. We are
Mumbo and Jumbo’s children despite
historical revision, despite
our parent’s efforts, glowing from the inside
out, one hundred megawatts of butter.

“Butter” by Elizabeth Alexander, published 1996 in Body of Life by Tia Chucha Press, San Fernando, CA. All Rights Reserved.

Categories: friends

David Phillips

January 12, 2010 2 comments

So.  This is my friend DP.  From way back when.  We did a tour together at Spot Welders.  So super talented.  And he freakin’ says MOO.  He’s just the bestest I tell ‘ya.  Just the bestest.

He’s so talented he was featured in this here TV segment

Check out his work by clicking the image above or by visiting the Downtown Art Center Gallery in LA.

Dew it.  Dew it NOW!

Categories: friends

The LA County Fair

October 8, 2009 2 comments

A couple of weekends ago, John and I along with our friends Viet and Helen headed over to the LA County Fair because I had a jones for a chili dog.  Ok, not for that reason entirely, but it was a huge motivating factor.  As is obvious from the images below, in addition to the chili dog, we also had a giant smoked turkey leg and an equally ginormous corn dog for breakfast that day.

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Because we were in Pomona and it was a thousand degrees out, the four of us decided to check out the Dr. Pepper van which looked to be air-conditioned.  While inside, Viet decided to spin some vinyl.  He so multi-talented.

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Now fairs are well-known for fair food – overly sweet, huge-portioned and fatty fried goodies.  Unfortunately, low on sugar and starving because he was “pacing” himself earlier, John was talked into trying a deep-fried White Castle burger.  Uhmmmmm…big mistake.  I think we would’ve been better off having the porkchop on a stick or the Mexican funnel cake, which is believe is one long twisty churro. Maybe an even better choice would’ve been the “zucchini-weenie” where he could’ve at least gotten a [fried] serving of vegetables.

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After White Castle-gate, we decided to hoof it over to the section of the fair where the farm animals were to hopefully try to catch the cow-milking demo.  We missed it and instead caught the “goat-milking nazi”  She flipped out when the kids – who were supposed to come up one at a time to have a try at milking the goat – came up without being called.  Ok, I understand her concern.  These are animals who could potentially freak out and kick someone, but come on.  Maybe my opinion will change when I have my own kids and don’t want their teeth knocked out by some goat but for now, I think she should lighten up.

boat-milking nazi

We also went into this big red barn with tons of animals.

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It was super crowded and we lost John amidst all the sheeple [sheep and people].  Eventually though, we found him.

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We ended our day with a pig race and a visit to yet another section that housed little piggies and baby goats.  While there, a baby goat fell in love with Viet.  Helen was mortified.  Not because another “person” was vying for Viet affection, but because he let this happen.

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Tee Hee

August 25, 2009 Leave a comment

…is really not a sound that is commonly uttered by grown men.  Last night however, the relative position of the celestial bodies must have been in such a way that curious, peculiar and just plain-old extraordinary things must have been happening all over the world.  Because last night, my friends, “tee hee” happened.

Some of our friends so graciously pooled together their hard-earned pesos and bought us a wedding present.  A wedding present so grand that John, most likely under some sort of conjuration caused by the aligning of the stars and mere stupefaction at the majestic, magnificent and mighty item before him, well…you know.

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Paging Dr. Cow

May 19, 2009 Leave a comment

The cow graduated from Pharmacy school this past week.  I’ve known the cow since the good ol’ UCLA days when we both worked part time at this company who took people’s homes away.  No really!  They foreclosed on the homes of people who didn’t pay their homeowners association dues.  So for those of you who have HOA dues, pay them!  Anyhow, the “cow” thing came about in a really weird way that you wouldn’t understand because you just had to be there to fully grasp the concept, so I won’t go into it.  Suffice it to say she is a cow and she doesn’t get offended by the moniker.  She is one of my best friends.

lookee all the pharmacists!

lookie all the faculty pharmacists!

And now she is officially a Doctor of Pharmacy.  Well hello happy pills!

here she is with her older sissy Vivian.  look at that crazy ass Hello Kitty bouquet Daniel got her!

here she is with her sister, Vivian. look at that crazy ass Hello Kitty bouquet Daniel got her! the cow loves her some Hello Kitty.

CONGRATULATIONS COW!

Categories: friends, milestones

The Crumb Stash: I HEART Ina Garten

February 9, 2009 Leave a comment

Oh Ina.  I so want to be her friend.  Not only is this woman a successful business owner and celebrity chef, she also has a kick-ass home in the Hamptons and loving husband who she’s been married to forever.  She throws dinner parties like no other, and makes you feel that you can too, which is what I love about her.  She’s unpretentious (and so are her recipes) and doesn’t have any catch-phrasey phrases like “bam” or “yum-o.”  Her and Jeffrey recently had a “barn” built on their property. And by barn I mean a huge house whose sole purpose is for party-throwing (and filming her Food Network Show), and is nicer than the nicest house I’ve even been in.  She’s my hero.  And did I mention that I so want to be her friend.

One of my dearest friends Kiayan and her fur kid Chloe came by today to check out the new casa and talk wedding invites.  She’s most benevolenty offered to make our wedding invitations and John and I are so excited because the hand-made invites will not only be gorgeous, but they’ll truly be one-of-a-kind.  Chloe and Macy had a great time running in the yard and getting muddy paws from the recent rains.  Bradley even got in a sprint or two.  Ok, he didn’t sprint.  Bradley doesn’t sprint.  He did do the sherriff thing he does when other dogs get too rowdy – he barks from the distance, sort of saying “Hey.  Cool it there, buddy.”  And he also gave Kiayan and Chloe an eye-full of his brown blankie lovin’ skills (there is just something about having company over, I swear!)  Inside, the three of them wrestled on the couch and played tug-o-war; skidded around the house and barked at nothing.  Many formerly-neglected toys were rediscovered by new eyes today (amazing how a friend makes your old stuffies fun again) and sadly many of them met their demise, their fluffy innards strewn across the floor to be picked up later.

In the kitchen, Kiayan helped me make a recipe of Ina’s that I’ve been wanting to try forever.  She diced the celery while I halved the grapes.  We make a great team.  And the icing on the cake from today?  Kiayan will be one of my bridesmaids.  This post really should be titled “I HEART KIAYAN.”  And I don’t even have to want to be her friend, because she already is!

CHICKEN SALAD VERONIQUE

Adapted from Ina Garten, Barefoot Contessa
Ingredients
* 4 split (2 whole) chicken breasts, bone-in, skin-on
* Good olive oil
* Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
* 1/2 cup good mayonnaise
* 1 1/2 tablespoons chopped fresh tarragon leaves
* 1 cup small-diced celery (2 stalks)
* 1 cup green grapes, cut in 1/2

Note:  I also added about 1/4 cup of slivered almonds and 1/4 cup of golden raisins

Directions
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.

Place the chicken breasts, skin side up, on a sheet pan and rub them with olive oil. Sprinkle generously with salt and pepper. Roast for 35 to 40 minutes, until the chicken is cooked through. Set aside until cool.

When the chicken is cool, remove the meat from the bones and discard the skin and bones. Cut the chicken into a 3/4-inch dice. Place the chicken in a bowl; add the mayonnaise, tarragon leaves, celery, grapes, 1 1/2 to 2 teaspoons salt, and 1 teaspoon pepper and toss well.

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Bean Bear Turns 4 and Superbowl Sunday

February 7, 2009 2 comments

MIA – that’s me.  I’ve been out of it with the flu this past week.  Still coughing and sneezing and still suffering from a general feeling of malaise, but better overall.

While out sick, I naively thought it would be good chance for me to observe the boos’ daily conduct while we’re away at work.  I was gonna try my best to be ingonito and let them do what they do as if I wasn’t home and see what kind of shenanigans they got into.  But alas, my brilliant idea was foiled.  The boos did nothing but nap around me on the couch as I tried to rest the flu away.  I have to admit, nothing is more comforting than warm furries next to you while your head feels as if it’s about to be squished by the metal vice it’s in, so I didn’t mind too much that my planned reconoissance was a bust.

Our Bradley turned 4-years-old this past Saturday.  And as any loving parent would say “The time has flown.”  Wasn’t it only yesterday that we went to go meet this little beagle and was accosted by a frenzy of tail-wagging and sniffs?  We celebrated this birthday the same as we have the past 3 – with a yummy steak dinner.  A big juicy rib eye, grilled medium-rare by John, side of sauteed sweet corn and mashed potatoes.  He ate it with great enjoyment as he does every year.  Well at least I think…He wolfed it up so fast I don’t know if he even tasted it.

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how cute is my boo?

We also hosted our official housewarming get-together with friends and had them come over to watch the Arizona Cardinals whoop the Pittsbugh Steelers.  Ok, that didn’t happen but we had a great time anyway.  Lots of food and lots of beer and a deep-fried Twinkie or two, courtesy of a one Mr. Mike Weiss.

They didn't watch the whole game this way.  Although I'm sure it wouldn've been a lot cooler if they could.

They didn't watch the whole game this way. Although I bet you they wished they could.

Our friends, Ian and Marie who most graciously offered to help us plan our wedding reception also took a gander (and lots of measurements) of our backyard.  It was a little hard to concentrate and talk about things because while we were out there, Bradley was trying to give the brown blankie some lovin’ .  Ok, who am I kidding?  He was humping it.  He was a vertiable humping vituoso!  Not that this is the first time.  There is just something about having company that gets him worked up because he does it everytime someone is over.  Weird. It’s like show-and-tell.  Our friend Tim’s 8-month old German Shepherd Bishop got some good pointers though.  By the time they left, he too was bundling the blanket underneath himself.  He hasn’t quite gotten the idea yet because he whined, frustrated, not knowing what to do next.  Poor guy.