Happy tummies, happy holidays!

Happy tummies, happy holidays!

So okay, we attended a Christmas breakfast. I wasn’t sure what to expect. Is she going to serve oats? cereal? fruits?  Hmm, now I know. Christmas breakfast is another way of saying Christmas lunch because by the time her entire family arrived, it was lunch time! Understandable, of course, given that her children and grandchildren were driving into town from all over the state.

Meanwhile, she’d been up since the crack of dawn to start making – breakfast? – for 15 people. She was thrilled when the elves showed up bright and early – 9:30 on the dot! We immediately got to work – washing and arranging strawberries, raspberries and grapes, cutting pineapples, slicing bananas to place on the jello. Yup, I was right about the fruits *winks*.

Them there were the leek and feta cheese phyllo pastries to arrange on the baking sheet to go into the oven. She has 2 full-sized ovens, by the way, and was lamenting that she needs 3! Between whipping the cream, arranging the crackers and wheat thins, laying out the jams, sauces and salsas and the doorbell ringing every 10 minutes, time flew by rather slowly!

By noon, we were running really low on fuel. At this point, we were willing to do just about anything to help her speed things up so we could sit down and EAT already! Good thing we always eat before attending invited events. In fact, we’d had 2 breakfasts at home that morning before heading out. Winter does weird things to your digestion.

Finally after 3 whole hours, my plate was filled with turkey, ham, sausage, bacon, corn salad, biscuit, crackers and fruits – hohoho! – followed by an afternoon of games, gift exchanges and some photos before dessert. There was so much food I ended up having only a slice of pumpkin pie. Good times, good food and lots of laughs.

We got home in the evening to pop those ready-to-cook ribs into the oven.

Happy tummies, happy holidays!

Thank goodness everything else was pretty much ready to eat – my homemade cranberry sauce, coleslaw and mashed potatoes. Happy tummies, happy holidays!

Happy tummies, happy holidays!

Christmas menu planning 2016

Christmas menu planning 2016

My Christmas menu is pretty much a blank right now. Blame it on the weather, what else? It’s very sunny but it’s also f-f-reezing, if that even makes any sense. Step outside and you’ll feel Nature’s air-conditioning on the highest setting! It’s really quite delicious – ugh, you know you’ve been writing too many food posts when you use ‘delicious’ on everything including the weather!

Some delicious onion bagels and Hip2bDaughter2’s homemade tomato soup to warm up the insides…

Christmas menu planning 2016

… before we make our shopping and grocery rounds. Strangely, my grocery cart has little in it that has to do with Christmas dinner. We’re just gonna wing it this time because we’ve been invited to a Christmas breakfast? Never heard of it. Not quite sure that it means. Do we roll out of bed and over in our jammies and hurricane hair? I don’t know but we’ll find out.

Meanwhile, we’ve been picking out Christmas cards and shopping for baking ingredients for the cookies we’re planning to give out to friends. Christmas cards, I haven’t bought any in ages since I decided to be environmental and send e-cards instead. But Christmas cards seem to be in vogue here so here’s to a bit of nostalgic shopping.

I’m guessing we’ll be coming home after breakfast to cook our own Christmas dinner. To be honest, it really doesn’t matter when we have our  dinner because we don’t celebrate Christmas, not as a religious event anyways. It’s just seems fun having it on Christmas Eve along with the rest of the world.

For many years now, we’ve had roast turkey on both Thanksgiving and Christmas. This year, instead of roast turkey (which we decided to limit to possibly one a year after reading about the inhumane ways they treat turkeys), I’m planning to grill pork ribs of the pre-marinated kind (from that mile-long rack we bought recently) and whip up my homemade cranberry sauce, coleslaw and mashed potatoes to go with those ribs. So there, I’ve got my Christmas menu figured out just like that!

What meal do you have lined up for Christmas?

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

Nourishing salmon oil hair treatment

Nourishing salmon oil hair treatment

If you were excited at the title of this post and you’re considering jumping on the nourishing salmon oil hair treatment bandwagon, read on to find out how you too can recreate this wonderful hair treatment in your own home. Ooh, this is exciting! I promise, your hair will thank you for it lol.

There I am looking in the freezer going eeny-meeny-miny-mo and there’s the salmon fillet jumping up and down going, “Pick me, pick me!” Okay, okay! So fried salmon in sweet and spicy sauce it is! Frying salmon, now that’d be interesting. I mean, how often do people fry salmon, right?

Nourishing salmon oil hair treatment

No, not deep-fry! Even shallow frying isn’t my first choice but I guess that’s part of the adventure of cooking. To go down the greasy path of oil splatters every now and then. Even if it means donning armor apron and arming myself with tongs, spatula and shield ala pot cover.

With a swoosh and a sizzle, the fillet hits the oil and starts singing the shallow fry song. That’s the very moment I went: Aa-aargh, there goes my freshly washed hair! Dang it, I knew I should’ve put my shower cap on!!

But for the love of food and cooking, I was willing to pretend that I was at the salon having my hair smoked or cooked or whatever it is people fork out a fortune for these days. Yup, it’s the salmon oil hair treatment, y’all – ever heard of it? No? What??! It’s the latest trend! I got mine for free and now my hair’s all shiny and smoky, see!!

Feeling like quite the glamorous chef now with my newly-done hair, I’m on to concocting the sweet and spicy sauce, which came out really nice and thick, by the way, and in abundance too.

Nourishing salmon oil hair treatment

To say that my fried salmon in sweet and spicy sauce was yummy would be an understatement. It was insanely good! I realized with glee that I had enough sauce to make this dish one more time. You mean you got that nourishing salmon oil hair treatment twice?!? You better believe it. If I keep doing this, I might even get myself a spot on a Clairol ad, shiny cascading curls and all *rotfl*.

Grilled salmon and asparagus, or is it asparagi?

Grilled salmon and asparagus, or is it asparagi?

Here comes another Salmon Week! I know. It seems we just can’t get enough. When it’s cold outside, I’d rather be lounging around doing next to nothing (really?) than clanking pots in the kitchen. That’s when the idea of grilled salmon and asparagus saved the day. Those two go so well together – what can I say?

Grilled salmon and asparagus, or is it asparagi?

One weekend, I happened to snag a bunch of asparagus. Wait a minute, what’s the plural of asparagus? Is it asparagi? Big lol. Anyhoo, I snagged them because they were pathetically skinny and all the ones I’ve been seeing so far are the fatter, thicker variety.

Grilled salmon and asparagus, or is it asparagi?

Well okay, I may like my asparagus pathetically skinny but that’s not how I like my salmon fillet. I’m a pig when it comes to salmon aka I want to eat a lot of it. I’m not happy to be just nibbling little bits off a small cut of fillet like a cat. That’s why I love these big slabs of salmon fillets. (Wait, wait, wait, aren’t there too many animals in this paragraph? argh!!)

This grilled salmon with dill and lemon is quite an interesting twist from how I usually do this but since I have plenty of dill and lemons, why not? Together with the asparagus, this was one delicious dinner that warmed up the house and our tummies.

Grilled salmon and asparagus, or is it asparagi?

That frozen yogurt surprise

That frozen yogurt surprise

When I heard we were going to Yogurtland for dessert, I was like, what? First off, I didn’t think my kids liked yogurt (all that much!). Secondly, how did they figure out that frozen yogurt is even a dessert? The poor things grew up believing that dessert meant fruits and nothing else. I made sure of that.

I made pretty darned sure they didn’t find out about the other kinds of dessert. So no cakes (except on birthdays), no chocolate, no candy, no soupy, gooey Asian desserts. None of that! I think ice cream was probably their only vice growing up, and even then, it was more of a treat than a given.

So yeah, I’m surprised they found out about Yogurtland. Omg, how did that happen? And there’s a wall of yummy choices too and enough combinations to make anyone dizzy.

That frozen yogurt surprise

So while they grabbed a cup each, I was happy to tag along sans one. I’m not big on this kind of dessert so I’m content to savor a mouthful here, a mouthful there. That’s good enough for me.

That frozen yogurt surprise

As we moved up the line to the endless selection of toppings (this picture doesn’t even show the half of it), I was like, wow, this is crazy! I’ll have no part in this lol!

That frozen yogurt surprise

You can help yourself to whatever flavors and toppings you like and it’s charged by weight. Ours was a modest cup that tasted clean and refreshing without being overly flavored or sweet. Delicious!! Next time, I might have to get my own cup.

That frozen yogurt surprise

So yeah, it looks like going to Yogurtland has suddenly become a thing with the folks for whom going out for dessert is almost unheard of. What’s up with that? The last time we ventured out for dessert, we came away unimpressed. But that was then. Apparently now, randomly swinging by Yogurtland isn’t so surprising any more.

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