tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956702764033792392024-08-28T04:44:47.566-04:00keeping you slim and your tastebuds in good spiritsLSD925http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175555985903760579noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495670276403379239.post-6843256091250542982018-05-13T18:41:00.001-04:002018-05-13T18:41:16.007-04:00

Don’t take your eye off of a demi-glacé... not even for a fucking second #sludge Ask me if I’m still using the sludge?  Bet. 

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Freezer + Leftover + UseNOW = Oooooweee!!! translation: sweet potato puree + mixed greens with goat cheese and vinaigrette + quick fry pork chop and roasted beets

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Here's the thing about good intentions, single life, and farmers markets, they wield a remarkable combination. Upside being, if I really commit to a well prepared plan, I can rock out a single trip over a good two weeks, maybe more. Downside being if I slip up just a bit, even for a second, I careen head first into "I just blew $40 on leafy greens I can no longer eat" territory. You gotta be

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Lately, I've been trying to make a conscious effort to waste very little in the kitchen. I mean, VERY little. Fat gets stored, bones make stock kind of effort.  Taking careful inventory of what's in the freezer and trying to really stretch ingredients as far as they can go. I'm completely obsessed with the need to use something to its bitter end and have come to revere the Great

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Sometimes, I just need a good classic.  It's rainy here and I'm feeling like a little girl whilst wrapping Christmas gifts.  Wrapping gifts used to be my favourite part of the Christmas frenzy.  A gaggle of girls and I would sit around Mrs. Holt's dining room table, flanked by every kind of wrapping paper, ribbon, and tissue you can imagine.  We'd try to outdo each other...

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So, a while back, one of my favourite chef's 86'd one of my favourite soups from one of my favourite spots. Yes, Jose, I'm looking at you. When I was biding my time at the Smithsonian, I would make it a weekly occurance to visit those kids at Oyamel on 7th in Penn Quarter.  Four dollar tacos and I only need three.  Jay-Z, use that and rap something fierce. Well, when I was

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So. I have this test. A very simple and easy way of weeding out a mediocre French brasserie.    It's pretty straightforward and pretty much tells me all I need to know in about 5 minutes and honestly determines whether or not I'll return.  I order the French Onion Soup.   You can pretty much tell the authenticity of the establishment with one bowl.  About a year ago, I

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I can't even lie. I've been secretly making my way through D.C. making a self certified list of the best fried chicken this city has to offer.  I have yet to branch out beyond the comforts of the DMV (with the exception of Roscoe's and my Aunt Sanny's kitchen), but I'm sure I'll get there. Persevere! My father always said. I'm going to go ahead and state this disclaimer right now. These

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I got stood up! OK. Not really. Lily and I were going to get together for some girl time. Complete with howling, cackling laughter, swirly swishy cocktails inspired by girlie cable shows, and whispers of scandalous secrets in a loud ass bar even though no one is listening and no one cares. But the evilennes of the work world kept her hostage this eve, so the Carrie Chronicles were

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Sadly, there are few things that delight me more than a food leftover challenge. Seriously, I strive to keep my freezer full of options and my refrigerator void of all sense whatsoever. It's the best ever... when you find yourself in a situation where dinner is to be crafted from herb pate, sardines, potato chips and seaweed salad.  Not all together, of course.  THAT'S the challenge.

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To have a good time.... p.s. cherry wine pairs wonderfully with duck baguette* Cherry Wine 1 bottle of your favourite light Chardonnay 1 cup pitted cherries Blend until smooth and chill before serving *recipe and imagery forthcoming

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Yaaaasssssss...

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Junior year of college, I spent a semester in London.  I chose London because I'd become enamored in my youth, had a hot little thing for Robin Hood and was roped into an odd love for The Clash when I was 12.  Also, I would live on my own instead of with a host family.  That was pretty much the deciding factor.  Looking back, I should have greased whomever bent the rules

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I'm not a morning person.  I've accepted that.  I'm starting to really revel in it, frankly.  I have fantasies about staying in bed until noon with breakfast brought up to me on a little yellow bamboo tray adorned with silver set.   I like contrast.  Anyway, sometimes my fantasy is simply a hard cooked egg and coffee, sometimes it's a full on feast.  Every

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Mes Cheres!  I have a few months to get back to basics (wedding, wedding, another wedding.. can't look beat).  Which means cooking in the kitchen more than paying Chef Dave to cook for me.  Less frying, more steaming.  No butter. Damn. I love eating out for lunch, but since I am trying to slim down my waist, I'm going to go ahead and fatten up my wallet in the process. &

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Starting anew.... somewhere along the line, my skinny jeans got tight.  OK, fine they don't fit.  At all.  We all know I'm not buying a new wardrobe, so that just means one thing. Recharge.  Reload.  Reshoot.  (note: this post was written Thanksgiving 2012 and I've slightly, but not really, amended to 1. acknowledge the violence highlighted in American culture

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Freeze your Trinity.  Separately.  Use as needed.  OMG, Duh.  #slightlyembarrassed #saving money #promisethisisthelasttimei'llutilizethishashtagshiteveragain

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Just a teaser... I'll follow up with my attempt later this week.  Cheers! http://vimeo.com/39727309

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Woke up this morning to a cafe au lait, a grapefruit mimosa and a sunny side up to match my sunny day.  Serve over grilled asparagus and eat outside. xoxo The Deal: Calories: 120; Fat: 9g; Carbs: 1.2; Protein: 11.3

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I've been super busy lately.  SUPER busy.  So busy, that cooking a full on dinner at the end of my day seems impossibly ridiculous.  Not to mention impossibly time consuming.  No need to make an effort not to pull up my saved profile on Angelico and call in a delivery because even delivery would take too long.  I need something QUICK that involves little effort

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So, I had a lazy weekend.  There were plans made and projects to finish, but no accomplishments nor honored commitments.  Just a couple of days catching up with my friends Bobby, Tyler, Alex, and Giada.  It's been so long and they were happy to see me too.  I literally spent the weekend watching countless cooking channel shows, jotting down notes, experimenting in the

LSD925http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175555985903760579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495670276403379239.post-37578674176755711422011-12-08T11:47:00.001-05:002011-12-08T15:03:47.582-05:00

there once was a girl from northwest whose sprouts remained still quite undressed her hearth set aflame as pork lay its claim to brussels fantastically finessed The Deal: Calories: 274, Fat: 12g, Protein: 19g, Carb: 27g

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  What?  Exactly.  I don't even like turkey.  I always pass it up in favour of the ham at Christmas.  Which is why there is an extremely large turkey still frozen in my refrigerator as of this very moment.  Every year, I volunteer at People's Congregation Church in upper northwest D.C. handing out food baskets at Thanksgiving and Christmas.  My former bosslady

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Tonight, my Dad and I shared a bowl of yaka mee (yaka mein for all you sticklers).  Growing up, yaka mee was my chicken soup.  I didn't have it very often, despite how easy it was to make, but when I did it reminded me from where I came.  It brought me back home.   Some things can bring it back immediately.  Some things bring me right back to the house where I was

LSD925http://www.blogger.com/profile/16175555985903760579noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-495670276403379239.post-89849277417370740482011-05-22T12:25:00.005-04:002011-06-16T21:57:42.926-04:00

Never pour steaming liquids into a blender, attach the lid and attempt to blend.  Simple laws of physics.   Ponder that while I towel the cabinets clean of asparagus soup.

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