tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77427799323545145332017-06-07T11:49:27.671-07:00Lots of great recipes!!! All tried and true!! Real recipes, for real people, living real lives!!!!!! LIVE, LOVE, LAUGH, COOK!!!! © Jennifer Green AlgerJennifer Green Maggininoreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742779932354514533.post-2804184252949174672015-07-27T09:10:00.000-07:002015-07-27T09:18:43.947-07:00

     Okay so I get back from my morning walk to the lagoon in Carmel, and yes I would like to have a big Bagel Lox and Cream Cheese, however...I'm trying to get in shape and lose some unwanted junk in my trunk. Just sayin! So I see I have lox in fridge, also can of hearts of palm grab a cucumber out of the garden, some Purple Basil a Heirloom tomato, a lemon, olive oil, sea salt, fresh ground

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So much has happened since you've heard from me, I'd have to write a novel, which I might very well do, but for now just know this I'm back and I'm gonna be better than ever! My kitchen is gutted so I'm up at my sister Sharon's house for some R&R and I brought a bunch of herbs I've been growing at home and am using her kitchen as my tool to create, reveal and share secrets with you my sweet and

Jennifer Green Maggininoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742779932354514533.post-1181046685157578572012-05-12T08:32:00.000-07:002013-12-29T21:04:56.491-08:00

As Mother's Day approaches we are constantly reminded of it. Everywhere you look there is some Hallmark type slogan or "MOM" in giant letters, saying "BUY ME! BUY ME!" However much I disagree with these companies' make-believe holidays, they keep my mind filled with memories of homemade cards I made out of doilies and little lost pieces of ribbon and glitter with hearts and flowers

Jennifer Green Maggininoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742779932354514533.post-31213556712658239832012-04-10T23:50:00.001-07:002012-04-11T06:47:42.472-07:00

                                                 Well as most of you know I took a well needed hiatus from the blog. I mean I was 6 months into it before someone said,"You know you don't have to post everyday!", I was like, "Really?". I mean it all started with seeing "Julie and Julia" in the movie theater right when it came out. I already had my first post written in my head before the movie was

Jennifer Green Maggininoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742779932354514533.post-32237072854210425312011-09-01T12:40:00.000-07:002011-09-01T12:40:21.163-07:00

            My Farmville crops have completely withered, and I've lost track of "Lost," "Fringe," "Bones" virtually all the other shows and games I used to play and watch prior to this absolute absorption in Jenni's Dish--I can't remember what life was like before this fabulous world I catapulted myself into. Except, that is, for some of my jobs in the restaurant biz that really got me really

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I've really loosened up since beginning this venture, this wonderful world of Jen's Dish has become a place for ideas and creations beyond what I thought the day I sat down and wrote my first post. I've taken to being really open to new and creative subliminal ideas planted in my mind by an array of fine chefs, as I read every cook book I can get my paws on, and look up online dishes that I think

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Our father Morton Joseph Green or "Morty Joe" as I loved to call him had a insane love for chocolate cake, actually the frosting, I remember many a luncheon date at "The Cock & Bull" restaurant on Sunset Blvd. near Doheny Dr., where he would order this (what seems as a child) to be a mile high piece of chocolate cake that he would eat all the frosting off of and leave the cake sitting there all

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While away in Central Cali I didn't have much luck with beach weather -- oh, let's just say it: It was cold and crappy the whole trip. So, trooper that I am I decided to make the best of it and resigned myself to cooking, taking pictures for future posts, turning on the fireplace, soakin' in the hot tub and picking out a bunch of movies that I had yet to see. By the way, that included Avatar,

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     I can't say for sure about the genesis of the dressing/marinade for this dish, except it may reach back to when I lived in Hawaii so many moons ago. Ever since I came up it I've got luau on the brain and feel the islands pulsing through my veins like some wild and crazy drug -- only I'm stone cold sober. But hey, the islands make you feel high anyway. As soon as you exit the plane, the

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  I recently started exercising again after months of, well, just NOT, and I have concluded it is worth writing about because right now I can barely move my legs and am stuck here with my computer keyboard staring back at me saying, "Pick me, pick me!!!" -- Or is that "Feed me"??! See, as some of you know, I lost a lot of weight last year -- yes, 48 pounds!!! -- and have been diligent about

Jennifer Green Maggininoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742779932354514533.post-48554720976407262782010-08-28T10:45:00.000-07:002010-08-28T10:45:51.925-07:00

Travelers through Central California inevitably learn the remarkable abundance of the artichoke. No ordinary plant, as I learned as a small child -- one of my favorites then and now. The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language says it is: "1. A Mediterranean thistlelike plant (Cynara Scolymus) in the composite family, having pinnately divided leaves and large discoid heads of

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I'm sure many of you recall "Dakota and Montana's Enchilada Pie for Girl's on the Go-Go", as a matter of fact it is still one of my most asked for recipes that have ever been posted, perfect for everyone with a very busy schedule, and that would be most of us. But that recipe was from a whole different time in my life, "that girl" who I always thought of myself as has changed in oh so many ways,

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On a recent visit to Central Cali I was having such a good time that I decided to go off my diet for a day or two . . . or three. Hey, you don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure out this mystery -- I went a little wild --okay, a lot wild!!! I was staying near Salinas, which is known as the "Salad Bowl of America." Now when I was growing up in Big Sur we would make weekly runs up the

Jennifer Green Maggininoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742779932354514533.post-33538810017939735412010-08-06T18:48:00.000-07:002010-08-06T18:51:49.584-07:00

Ah, dear dear Alfredo my old friend! We had quite the love affair -- that is, until last year when I went on my diet and sadly had to cut him off. My poor heart was breaking at the thought of bidding adieu to this oh-so-attractive creamy, dreamy and steamy man-dish. Watching the cheese melt into the sauce was always my favorite part (down, girl!) . . . yet alas, no cheese was on my diet.

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What was it like growing up in Big Sur in the early '70s? Well, I learned how to invent and innovate as I had to find things with which to entertain myself without much help from grown-ups, who were far too busy being inventive themselves, doing stuff such as envisioning ways to harness alternative energy sources like solar power, growing and raising their own organic produce and of course

Jennifer Green Maggininoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742779932354514533.post-4299207262913384342010-07-27T08:28:00.000-07:002010-07-27T08:28:26.521-07:00

I love to write about my family -- I love them and they are very cool people to write about.On top of which I can't tell you how great it is getting to know all my nieces and nephews as adults. There was a lot of lost time between my family and myself, but sobriety has allowed a similar but in some ways very different version of me to emerge, for them to get to know in ways that weren't

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One day I woke up craving these ribs, which is great except I had never had them prepared this way! So don't ask me where this recipe came from -- it's a mystery to me, as most things are lately . . . Just thinking of the remains of this dish sitting downstairs in the fridge right now is enough to make me drool. And during the preparation I had a extremely captive audience: One of my

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My brotha the runner! Who knew? As a child I remember Jimmy, one of my older brothers, showing up for summer vacation from UC Berkeley with a giant Jew-fro and a dufflebag full of albums -- ya know, LP's, VINYL . . . little-used now but a vivid picture in my little five-year-old mind (yeah, yeah, at the time; it has matured considerably since!). One of my ablsolute faves was the Big Brother and

Jennifer Green Maggininoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742779932354514533.post-92210011972316115602010-07-05T01:36:00.000-07:002010-11-06T23:41:59.547-07:00

My late father Morton Joseph Green, or "Morty Joe" as I loved to call him, had an insane love for chocolate cake, or more specifically the frosting. I remember many a luncheon date at The Cock & Bull restaurant on Sunset Blvd. near Doheny Dr., where he would order what seemed to me as a child a mile-high piece of chocolate cake off of which he would eat all the frosting, leaving the cake

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"A thought is a thing." "I'm okay, you're okay." "Everything that happens was meant to happen." Blah-blah-blah-blah-BLAH. . . World I live in, a thought ain't no thing 'til you get off your fat patootie and make it so. World I live in, I'm okay (today), but the guy next to me in the grocery store checkout line is, for all I know, an axe murderer. World I live in, everything that happens is MADE

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This year I was not looking forward to my birthday. It was merely another reminder that I was getting older. Then I found myself at a crossroads: I could go down to the kitchen and bake myself a b-day treat, OR . . . go to Sprinkles in Beverly Hills and buy half a dozen dark chocolate marshmallow cupcakes and eat every last one myself -- bad idea, but very tempting and available. But I figured

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Well, the Memorial Day Party was a fabulous success!!! People were thrilled with the food, the company and the music, and the weather cooperated fully! I worked my ass off for two days prepping and cooking so that all would run smooth as silk, and it did, not the least because I'd planned the menu during the preceding week, selecting from among what's already here on the blog to avoid the extra

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I amaze myself sometimes. Thinking back over my childhood, "Growing Up Hippie" in Big Sur, all the communes' crazy folks 'n' weird situations 'n' funky log cabins 'n' wood stoves for cooking and heat, outhouses with little moons on the doors (which put a new spin on the term "funky"), long and treacherous trails that went on seemingly for an eternity just to get home from The Road, a/k/a

Jennifer Green Maggininoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7742779932354514533.post-4807156330336006482010-05-26T17:53:00.000-07:002010-05-26T17:53:12.367-07:00

Hey there! Hi there! Ho there! Jenni of Jenni's Dish reporting live from the great land of LaLa, where people buy convertibles and refuse to put their tops down. And in this neck of the woods it seems like the blinker, yeah, that thing attached to the steering wheel that's actually meant to let the cars around you know what which way you're headed, is as antiquated as I am, being that on

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I ask you, who doesn't like muffins? They are a perfect little food, just like the cupcake, plus I really love that it's a non-share item. I love having a light snack, and these are IT!!! This whole recipe calls for just two tablespoons of oil -- I'm using canola -- so the muffins are very low fat, and they are sweetened with a mixture of Splenda and honey, so they are free of processed sugar,

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