Shout-out to the God of Ribs!

Shout-out to the God of Ribs!

A while back, I bought some amazing ready-to-eat pork ribs and loved them so much I went back for more. But! They were out. Bummer! Looks like I’ll have to make my own from scratch then. Not a problem, just got to get my hands dirty is all! If you want to eat something good and delicious, you got to get in there and do it yourself sometimes.

What I didn’t know was that apparently, the God of Ribs was smiling down on me. Before I even got around to buying those raw ribs, I noticed the ready-to-eat ribs were back on the shelf. Woah! I instantly set out to grab some but on the way there, I noticed trays of pre-marinated, ready-to-cook ribs at like half the price. Hey, why not, right?

Back to the shelf went the ready-to-eat ribs and into my cart went the pre-marinated tray. Gotta love a deal this good. If the God of Ribs sends me a rack of such reasonably priced ribs that only requires me to shove straight into the oven and walk away, I’m laughing all the way home!!

This rack costs around the same price as the ready-to-eat rack I bought a while back. When the pack was unwrapped, surprise, look at the size of this thing. It’s the length of a freakin’ freeway! Enough for like 3 or 4 meals lol. And I’m pattin’ the God of Ribs on the back and goin’: thanks, dude *muacks*!

Shout-out to the God of Ribs!

We had the cut off the top of the rack for dinner one night – the part that’s folded down in the above picture. No bones here, all meat and cartilage, not fall off the bone but still has a bite to it. So moist, so delicious. Just the way I like it *chuckle*.

Shout-out to the God of Ribs!

Happiness is a warm cream puff

Happiness is a warm cream puff

What do cream puffs and happiness have in common? Everything! They’re one and the same thing. I mean, who can dispute that one bite into a soft luscious cream puff is all it takes to make everyone in the room get up and do the macarena? What?? Never mind, you get the idea, that’s how I feel about cream puffs!

Over the years, I’ve made my own cream puffs a few times. Obviously not often enough. I’m not sure what got me thinking about cream puffs recently. Could be from looking at clouds lol. But here was one of those cold and quiet Sunday afternoons entirely in need of some excitement of the pastry kind.

Mere nanoseconds before my forehead hit the slumber button on my keyboard, I jumped up and declared: I’m making cream puffs!! Not long afterwards, the house is smelling like a bakery. I’m not even kiddin’! That aroma alone is enough to start up the macarena song. Seriously, it’s been too too long since I last made cream puffs. Where have I been?!

Seriously, look at these beauties. So cute and round, so airy and light, simply gorgeous! I can’t stop smiling.

Happiness is a warm cream puff

The cream puff seems to be the most underrated pastry of modern times. Heck, trendy bakeries are sprouting up everywhere but I don’t see them selling cream puffs (not that I’d necessarily buy any). Where’re the cream puffs?! In fact, I think I’ve only come across one old school bakery that sells them, and even then, they’re stashed in a corner where only a true cream puff enthusiast would seek them out. What a shame!

Happiness is a warm cream puff

Well, this cream puff enthusiast ain’t relying on no one for her supply. She rolls up her 4 sleeves and makes her own!!! Oh man, I can’t even begin to describe how amazing these cream puffs taste. To me, of course. I can’t speak for anyone else. I could eat the whole tray.

Baking ’em at home means I can do whatever I like aka more pastry, less cream. My cream has a unique taste and color, and a lusciousness of its own because of the kind of milk and sugar I used. Want a bite? *wink*

Happiness is a warm cream puff

Dill egg mayo on onion bagel toast

Dill egg mayo on onion bagel toast

It’s no secret that I love bagels. You might recall I had 2 packs of 6 bagels each in my grocery cart. At the time, I was thinking of simply eating them plain with butter. Anything beyond that might be a little too involved. But guess who got fancy one fine day and made herself a dill egg mayo on onion bagel toast?

Yes, the bagels. These are the trendy new onion bagels I snagged. Just look at the insane coating of black and white sesame seeds. Lovin’ it! Plus the fact that I could totally be setting a new fashion trend here with my million-dollar sesame seed-studded smile. Way classy, yo!

Dill egg mayo on onion bagel toast

Right, so here’s the thing. I noticed that the outside is hard (as it should be) and crunchy , a crunch intensified by the sesame seeds while the inside is almost bread-like. Is it just me or are bagels no longer the rocks they used to be? Hmm, I’m not sure if it’s just this particular batch, or if softer bagels are indeed here to stay. If they are, I’d be the first to jump for joy.

Dill egg mayo on onion bagel toast

Most days, I go minimalistic with my bagel with just a ton bit of butter which, by the way, is good with everything. My personal opinion, of course. But I have 33 eggs in the fridge so I thought, why not spend 2 minutes whipping up a low-fat version of dill egg mayo and slapping it on?

And that’s lunch. Care to join me?

Dill egg mayo on onion bagel toast

Fish and chips that tickle

Fish and chips that tickle

… our fancy, that is. Yes, we may just have found a fish and chips joint that we can wrap our fussy lil tastebuds around. We’ve been trying to sniff out an alternative source to the amazing fish and chips we loved so much in Vancouver, Canada!

But sadly, that’s been a long and disappointing road and we’ve been hard-pressed to find anything that comes even close. This new fish and chips joint we found recently – well, it’s pretty good as fish and chips go, but no-ot nea-arly as good.

Still I guess we’re happy we have a place to satisfy the occasional craving for decent fish and chips. But to match the one we know and love, this batter would have to be a lot lighter and crispier, and it would have to be served with a huge heap of light tangy coleslaw. Unfortunately, it doesn’t!

Fish and chips that tickle

Ah, but that’s the thing about eating out, isn’t it? You can’t always have what you want and you can’t always have everything you like on it. You just eat what they serve you, then pay and leave. Hopefully the tab doesn’t burn a hole in your pocket as it oftentimes does, just that few like to admit they got ripped off.

Frankly, if fish and chips didn’t involve the oily business of deep-frying, I might be tempted to try it at home. But you know me, and you know how much I cherish an arm workout from the cleanup that comes afterwards. So yeah!

I guess we’ll continue to reminisce about the little fish and chips shop in Vancouver that we used to visit every week, sometimes a few times a week because it was within walking distance from where we lived, and their fish and chips is undisputedly the best.

Whenever the chef saw us file in past the open kitchen, he never failed to wave, smile and double up our order. If we ordered 2 pieces of fish, the waitress would bring us 4 and we’d be like, umm but! Only there were no buts with this guy. He obviously loved us and our business, and the strangest thing was, he wasn’t even the owner!

After a 15-minute walk in the wet, freezing winter, that hot-off-the-fryer fish and coffee was truly something we looked forward to. The fish was always fresh and crispy beyond crispy. We could have unlimited cups of coffee to warm ourselves up, and ya, we knew everyone there and ya, we miss you, guys!!!

Flipping pumpkin pancakes

Flipping pumpkin pancakes

We’re having pumpkin pancakes for lunch today. Now that Halloween is over and those cute little pumpkins

Flipping pumpkin pancakes

have disappeared from the promotional aisle, I guess it’s time to do some other stuff with pumpkins. One night after dinner, we slapped together a big bowl of pancake batter (gorgeous color that!) and the next afternoon, I was flipping pumpkin pancakes.

Flipping pumpkin pancakes

Ironically, it was pumpkin pie that I first fell in love with back in college. But since I am lazy and haven’t figured out yet how to bake a pumpkin pie, I’m best leaving it to the pro’s. For $5.99, I can pick up a huge ready-to-eat pumpkin pie at the store any day. If not for the fact that it’d probably take me a month to finish eating the whole thing by myself, that might not be such a bad idea.

But for now, I’m sticking to what I know – pumpkin pancakes which we all agree is a terrific lunch idea. Making my own pancakes means I get to be boss of my pancakes. I like being boss. Can you tell? *wink*

Flipping pumpkin pancakes

Frankly, I’m not that hard to please. I want my pancakes thin, not thick. In stacks, not singles. With honey, not maple syrup. With butter, lots of butter, not any number of the needless stuff piled on to achieve a premium effect.

Flipping pumpkin pancakes

And I want my pancakes made with real pumpkin, not pumpkin flavoring or powder or whatever it is that you can’t confirm is in there. And with that, I’m off to make my pumpkin pancakes. See you later, guys!

Indigestion, disappointment and pork ribs

Indigestion, disappointment and pork ribs

What a week this has been! Had indigestion and lost my appetite Tuesday night. Woke up the next morning to nausea and a huge tummy upset. For sure, it wasn’t what I had for dinner. More like something toxic was in the air.

Well, I’m sorely disappointed that my appetite’s been slow to return. The weather report says the air quality is at its worst and won’t be improving any time soon. I figured if I was going to snap out of my misery, a well-deserved comfort dinner is just the thing I need.

See these gorgeous pork ribs? This was dinner last night.

Indigestion, disappointment and pork ribs

We picked up this ready-to-eat rack of ribs off the shelf and carted it home, reheated it when we were ready to eat, mashed some potatoes and plated some veggies, and that was dinner right there. Go Cali!

Indigestion, disappointment and pork ribs

These ribs were moist, juicy and flavorful but not fall-off-the-bone tender. In other words, perfection and exactly how ribs should taste.

Indigestion, disappointment and pork ribs

What’s the point of eating ribs if all the meat came off the bone and you’re left eating just the meat? Then you might as well be eating a piece of steak. Half the fun of eating ribs is being able to hold the bone like a caveman woman and strip the meat off it with your teeth. That’s the way you do it. Anyone else with me on this?

Not an apple lover but

Not an apple lover but

Not an apple lover? That’s me. Not from lack of trying though. It’s not easy. Like many of you, I grew up being reminded often that apples are good for you. But as fruits go, I find apples to be incredibly boring, not just in looks but also in taste. Of the ones I’ve eaten, the tart outnumber the sweet by a wide margin and they make me cringe, especially the green ones.

Last week, to make up our weekly fruit quota, I bought some apples. I wouldn’t have otherwise but ya! 3 Fuji’s and 5 Red Delicious. The Fuji’s were okay but the Reds – big mistake! They were huge, shiny and deep red like the ones Snow White’s stepmother would be proud to fish out of her grubby old bag. I mean, stuff can look pretty on the outside but it’s not until you get under their skin that you find the poison, eh?

And so it was with the Red apple. They were positively the hardest apples to peel, and I mean that literally. If peeling them was hard, cutting them was even harder. Once I got my knife in there, pulling it out is like reenacting Excalibur, if you know what I mean. What kind of apples are these anyways?!! Steel??!!

After one Red, I was ready to give up my apple cutting career and move on to juicing. I did save a few slices though for a taste comparison against the Fuji. Verdict: The Fuji is easier to peel and cut, and is crunchy and mildly sweet 7/10. The Red tastes powdery and meh 3/10 but for some strange reason, its juice is surprisingly sweet and such a pretty shade of light greenish yellow.

Not an apple lover but

I wasn’t sure what to do with the remaining 4 Reds. I wasn’t even in the mood to think about them. After a few days, I mustered up enough energy to go into another round of apple hacking cutting and ended up dumping the whole lot into a pot to cook. Then I banished them to the freezer, not to be seen again till I could figure what do do. Two days later, lightning struck and this apple crumble pie was born.

Not an apple lover but

I like the idea of apple pies. It has such a wholesome ring to it. But I’m also very wary of the signature tartness of the final product. So while I’m okay with baking an apple pie, if it turns out tart, the people who say “but apple pies are supposed to be tart” better eat it all up.

While I was cooking the apples, I licked the wooden spoon and they were surprisingly sweet, just like the juice. Even without a single grain of added sugar, the filling was oozing with natural sweetness. That’s when I knew my apple crumble pie was going to be a winner. And it was! Bon appetit to me! I don’t like apples but I freakin’ love this pie!

Not an apple lover but

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