Why You’ll Never See A Cooking Post From Me

I play to my strengths, guys. Baking? Yes. Cooking? No.

This is how I made lunch today. I took some thawed chicken and cut it into chunks. Not even the same size chunks. I was in my post-zumba endorphin high, not paying much attention. “La la…I’m cutting chicken…” Yeah, that was me.

As I was cutting the chicken into arbitrary-sized chunks, I moved it into a dish that had some Bakers/Kroger brand teriyaki marinade in it. When I was done, I stuck that in the fridge and went to wash my face. Because yeah, I put a face mask on before cutting the chicken. I like to multi-task.

The chicken got to marinade for the entire, oh-so-long time I was washing and drying my face. And then I started cooking it. By cooking it, I mean I pushed it around in a pan on the stove until it looked done.

Then I microwaved some frozen mixed vegetables, put the chicken in with them. And ate it.

Oh, first I took this sweet instagram photo to make it look cooler than it was. Ta da.

I considered adding some rice, but I didn’t have any more of those Uncle Ben’s instant rice things that you microwave for 90 seconds and I was too hungry to actually make rice.

So that’s the sad tale of how I cook.

BUT. On a baking note. My friend canned a bunch of apple pie filling (!!!!) and gave me a jar. She says it’s not enough to make a whole pie, so I’m thinking MINI APPLE PIES. With wonton wrappers and muffin tins. I’ll keep you posted.

Creative exercise: (Thrifty) Black and Pink Table Set Challenge

One of my college roommates is getting married this summer. The bachelorette party is in a couple weeks and I’ve offered my place up for pre-gaming fun before we head to the bars. Because I’m such a good friend, right? …It would be entirely accurate for you to detect an ulterior motive -> me wanting to throw a party/decorate.

The Maid of Honor and I agree on a color scheme of black and pink. And then I thought, “Shit, I don’t have anything black and pink. But I don’t want to go buy a ton of stuff. But I want this to be cute.” DILEMMA.

So tonight I challenged myself to come up with a cute idea for the appetizer/dessert bar table set, using only black and pink things that I already had. And then I would determine what I needed to buy to round it out.

I had a ton of fun!  Seriously, I don’t know why I don’t make practice table sets all the time. I love a good creative challenge. (Read: I am a total loser).

This side of the table I’m really liking.

Materials from back to front:

  • Silver shoe box
  • Margarita bottle and fake flowers (usually on my bookshelf lol)
  • Vase and heart garland (leftover from Valentine’s day decor)
  • Pink plastic cups and pink/black plastic silverware (this is just an idea based on shit from my drawers, I would need to purchase a full set of pink and black plastic silverware)
  • Polka dot ribbon (purloined from an event I went to….the napkins were tied with pieces of ribbon and I may have snitched several and hoarded until now)
  • Paper plate with folded up pink shopping bag from Charlotte Russe (this is to represent that there would be a pile of plates and napkins here – probably pink and black)

You can see a tiered dessert stand cut off on the side of the photo. That got nixed in my final arrangement – it just wasn’t going with all the black.

The next photo shows that it still needs a lot of work. For starters, definitely going to need to pick up a tablecloth. And it needs some sort of banner or backdrop behind the table. I have crepe paper streamers for that, but the SassCat would just tear them down, so I’ll wait until the actual event for that.

Try to visualize a black/white tray on top of that black square in the center. There will be cupcakes on that. The piece of black construction paper is also marking the location of a tray of food. I need to get me some serving platters.

The silvery things on the right are actually baking sheets/cake pans. Those represent the height layering I would like to do with whatever food we put there. The menu isn’t really set, so this is all conjecture at this point. Some more polka dot ribbon, and then the back corner would hold cups. Pink, of course.

It’s a start. Something to think about and help me narrow my shopping list as I plan the rest of the party.

food diaries?

Oh fail!  I haven’t posted in a while!  Sorry cyberspace.

Anyway, I was reading this article on from the NY Times.  Its about this new trend of photographing your food and then posting it online in a blog or on Flickr.  Sort of like a diary of what you eat.

It strikes me as an interesting way of revealing a part of you.  Food really is kind of central to who you are.  Take for example, ethnic foods, or traditional holiday meals.  Thanksgiving isn’t Thanksgiving without turkey, and among my family, holidays really aren’t complete without Slovenian sausage.  Its just tradition and those foods are central to that tradition.  What you eat can reveal some interesting things about you.

My roommate refuses to eat yogurt.  Part of its a texture thing, and part of it is something to do with it reminding her of something disgusting about cows that I don’t really understand, but she does, and she does because she grew up on a dairy farm.  So that’s something that food reveals about her.

I loooove Slovenian sausage, because my grandparents were both 100% Slovenian and I grew up eating that everytime we went to their house for holidays.  Its partly the flavor and partly the memories that make my happy everytime I eat sausage.  And that shows something about me.

But back to the article.  Would you photograph everything you eat and then post it online for the whole world to see?  I think I might be nervous about what they’d figure out about me, ha!

Oh wait…everyone already knows about my coffee dependency.

peanut butter cookies

Last night I discovered something awesome. Unlike Lied Art Center, Hitchcock does not kick you out of the building at midnight. Which means I could conceivably sleep over in Hitchcock. Now, that would be strange and disturbing, but isn’t it fun to know that I could do it if I wanted?

However, the most important part of this story is the cookies. Someone, probably from the Creightonian left some peanut butter/chocolate kiss cookies on the table with a note that said “Eat me.” So of course, I ate one. And it was tasty.

But this morning I remembered the salmonella outbreak in peanut butter! (update)

So…if I die in the near future…I blame that cookie.