Monthly Archives: January 2011
No one to cook for but myself.
And 3 days from my monthly paycheck. In other words…broke.
So this is when the scavenging starts. Still had some shrimp leftover in the freezer. Had sour cream, too. One might not normally think of those two things together, but when you’re on a budget, you work with what you got.
One quick $7 trip to the grocery store scored me shredded cabbage, 2 limes, and corn tacos.
My low budge invention is as follows:
Jon dared me. So I did it. And who thinks of making a cheesecake at 10 o’ clock at night? But he dared me.
I’d never made a cheesecake before, but with being dared and all, and a three day weekend, and that 650 page behemoth of a desserts cookbook, why not?
First comes the graham cracker crust, which I mixed in my food processor with 5 tbsp cold butter, a tablespoon of sugar, and the crumbs of 9 graham crackers. 25 minutes at 325…voila…beautiful.
There were 5 packets of cream cheese and lots o’ eggs involved in the filling. 4 eggs + 1 yolk to be exact. Cup and a half of sugar. Tablespoon of lemon juice. 1 1/2 tsp vanilla. All of that beat well in the KitchenAid.
To make my raspberry puree, I added the juice of one lemon, a pint of raspberries, and sugar to a sauce pan. The thing about raspberries is that once you heat them, the fall apart on their own. So no mashing or food processing was necessary.
I spooned my filling into my spring form pan, and swirled in my puree. An hour and fifteen minutes at 325 and my beautiful cheesecake was done!
It needed to chill overnight of course, but it felt oh-so-good to spend a lazy day in bed, and then to take a bite of something special that I made all by myself. 🙂
ps. Barbara Fairchild gets no credit for the raspberry puree. That’s all me.
>I swear – we’ve had this slab of ribs in our freezer for an eternity. Every time I go digging into the freezer, I am salivating over those ribs. Finally, there was a day when the boy had enough time to throw them on the smoker. YUMMY.
He used a Kansas City BBQ rub and some applewood chips that I had gotten him for his birthday. I believe that he cooked them for about 3 hours…but I can’t take any credit for the ribs, because I was off snuggling baby Sawyer. 😉
Earlier in the day, I had boiled some fingerling potatoes and doused them with white wine vinegar. To make my dressing for my potato salad I used: 3/4 cup mayo, 3/4 cup sour cream, and a tablespoon of dijon mustard. I also added chopped celery, onions, and parsley and let that chill in the fridge all day.
If that’s not enough fat for you…I had to fry some asparagus. Yes, you heard me correctly. Blanched asparagus wrapped in prosciutto and then dredged in an egg wash and flour…fried in canola oil. No fat at all, right?
I’m calling this gourmet BBQ because…come on, that potato salad is pretty yuppie. No? And most BBQ joints aren’t equipped with prosciutto ham. Or asparagus. So this is a “dressed up” country dinner.
The potato salad was tangy due to the sour cream and the vinegar…and I really liked that difference in taste. The asparagus had a great crisp to them, although they made this meal very filling. The ribs were perfectly meaty and fell right off the bone (once again, I take no credit).
But we couldn’t finish this massive meal.
Jon said he was so full afterward that he could have just fallen asleep. And then he proceeded to go straight to the cupboard and pull out of chocolate peanut butter brownie.
“What? Dessert goes to a different compartment in your stomach.”
>”So…I noticed that there’s no baked goods in the house”
This is how my boyfriend chooses to hint at the fact that its time for me to bake, seeing as it’d be a whole 4 days since I made those pecan chocolate chip cookies.
So, I busted out the ginormous bon appetit Desserts cookbook that Jon got me for Christmas. Emphasis on the ginormousness. It’s an encyclopedia of pies, cakes, cookies, brownies, and candies.
>It was brought to my attention at my annual physical last week that since last year’s physical…I’ve gained 11 pounds. ELEVEN. That probably doesn’t sound like a whole lot, what with the holidays and all this food blogging I do, but for a pint-sized 5 foot 2 inch chica…11 lbs doesn’t have a whole lot of places to go. Not wanting to start 2011 with an extra 11 pounds, I’ve been going to zumba and this crazy class at 24 Hour Fitness called Body Pump. I’m tell you – if you do the combination of those two, you won’t even be able to sit down to pee. And after that hard work, you don’t really want to scarf down the baked mac n cheese that’s leftover in the fridge (fine, you’ll get that recipe too).
Ergot, I came home from zumba tonight and made a salad. But not a boring Romaine lettuce, cucumber, and carrot salad. A walnut, pear, and goat cheese salad. I already had some arugula, which I had eaten for lunch over the weekend with some of the salmon that Marc’s mom had sent him home with. I already had goat cheese and walnuts, and when I had heard that Sunflower Market was having a 10 for $10 sale on various items I decided that I should clear out their produce section. Hence the pears.