A bad-ass surprise gift I received in the mail from someone special. The t-shirt, coupled with the big black duffel bag that I use to transport my culinary uniforms and equipment, makes me feel like a renegade.
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adult nuggets
This past Sunday, I spent most of the day recuperating from the maniac pace of the preceding week. Some of this process involved watching football (yes, I am getting adjusted to the fact that it’s now a part of my life) and enjoying a beer. The problem with this scenario is that I was lacking the proper nourishment that such a day requires.
I had in my refrigerator sweetbreads that I had removed from the freezer the night before. (Don’t know what sweetbreads are? Mwahaha…Check it out.) I ditched my original sweetbread plans without looking back and headed in the opposite direction: sweetbread nuggets. It had been years since I’d dunked a chicken nugget into my childhood invention, kusto–a blend of ketchup, mustard and mayo. I figured sweetbreads’ mild, sweet (get it?) flavor would be a great (and totally unnecessary) swap for chicken.
My sweetbreads were already prepped, sliced and breaded prior to freezing. For instructions on how to prep them before cooking, click here. Once they’re sliced, dip them in flour, then egg, then breadcrumbs. Shallow fry them over the stove in a deep pan on both sides until the coating is browned to your liking. Once they come out of the oil, place them on paper towels and sprinkle with salt. Serve with kusto–it’s a musto. (Oh boy, that was rough.)
You know I ate these in my underwear and a big, oversize t-shirt. And I ate all of ’em.
another fridge flop
The following picture was sent to me from one of my best friends, who is also a registered dietitian:
In this sad refrigerator, you will find water, cereal, soy sauce, salad dressing, sun-dried tomatoes, soyaki sauce, raisins and, of course, baking soda.
She also revealed to me that she enjoys eating bread with gobs of butter in her underwear. Thanks for the photo!
may the farce be with you
One of my new favorite words is “farce”. French for “stuffing”, farce is a great way to sneak extra flavor into an ordinary meal and utilize those leftovers otherwise waiting to rot in the back of the refrigerator.
We made this in class:
And I made this in my underwear:
(Couldn’t eat it in my underwear, though. There were people around.)
To make my version, you’ll need to gather a few items:
-boneless, skinless chicken breasts or thighs (trimmed of excess fat, pounded thin)
-mild Italian sausage (in bulk, or casings removed)
-leftover apple-onion chutney (recipe featured in the post, “if it’s got goat cheese…“)
-toothpicks (don’t use broken up skewers, like I did. That’s just ridiculous)
–S & P
–flour
–eggs (beaten)
–ground pretzels (d.i.y.)
–oil
Lay the breasts or thighs flat. Stuff with a bit of sausage and chutney. Do not over-stuff; you’ll end up getting frustrated and making a mess. I promise.
Roll the chicken tightly and secure with toothpicks. Season the outside with S & P. Coat the farced chicken in flour, then egg, then ground pretzels. Brown on all sides in oil over medium-high heat to create a crispy, golden crust. Finish in a 375-degree Fahrenheit oven until cooked through, about 20-25 minutes.
phuc it
I’m drinking coffee in my underwear, denying the fact that I have to leave for work in 13 minutes. It’s a hazy, muggy Monday and, yet again, I didn’t get enough sleep. I want to scream profanities, but this will have to do for now:
I don’t know what’s better: the name of the restaurant, or that it is located in a secluded town in the German Alps.
eating in your underwear 