When Vin gets sick, I swear to god he is the biggest baby ever. It's like he's dying or something. He wanted to call his momma for sympathy and her special chicken soup, but I wouldn't let him. "Oh grow up!" I'm saying as I wait on him hand and foot. I'm as bad as she is. I made Potato Jalapeno Soup and he had 2 humongous bowls. Couldn't be that ( Read more... )

Marlon Brando was hot back in the day. You’d never guess that if you’d seen The Godfather, but wow. He had that electricity that makes every little move he makes fascinating. Wish I had that. Anyway I watched an old movie of his while I cooked this up last night, an Indian spiced pilaf with bell peppers. Once I saw the recipe, I hopped on it, ( Read more... )

So I get these crazy pounding urges for fried foods…especially after a good night of partying. You know, breaded cauliflower, french-fries, tater tots, anything deep fried really.
Finally I can tell you guys about what I made for my friend’s New Years party. I couldn’t talk about this recipe until now because Courtney of Naughty Curry told me not ( Read more... )

So while I was slaving away for a belated Thanksgiving, my friend Carly was eating West African food at her boyfriend’s sisters place. They are from Sierra Leone, and the food is VERY spicy hot. No fair, no fair. What a waste -- Carly hates spices of any kind (lives on Spaghetti-o's and McDonalds). But they would be insulted if she didn’t eat, so ( Read more... )

I’m never ever, EVER cooking for Vin’s sister's family again. I slaved away to make the most amazing [belated Thanksgiving dinner on Sunday night, complete with all the traditional food stuff. I even learned how to make a turkey. They came. They ate. They stayed half an hour. Then the assholes left. Did they OFFER to clean? No. And they wouldn’t ( Read more... )

Swear to god that I am like Wendy in Peter Pan, taking care of a bunch of big dumbass lost boys, except I'm always telling them, "I ain't your mama! I shouldn't have to tell you (fill in the blank.)" But who am I kidding? I love my boys. And I love to feed them. 
So the other night it was Celebration Poker Night in my kitchen (the election was over ( Read more... )

Vin made me do it. Clean out my closet. I’ve been fudging on it for months now, and he finally took no mercy. Clothes that I do not officially wear had to go. After the dramatic experience, I felt totally out of shape , and made (what Vin and I call ) Popeye Patty Cakes [RECIPE HERE]. Its basically potatoes, spinach, peas, onions, garlic and spices ( Read more... )

"Look at what momma has, boys!" I told the big group of cavemen that gathered for the big game at my house the other night.
 I’m really super proud about this one, and I’ll tell you why. Loaded nachos with NO CHEESE, and no one missed it. See, there was this awkward thing going on because one of Vin’s biggest beer drinking buds, can no longer eat ( Read more... )

I'm a bad liar, I know it. Said that kale was spinach (thought I'd be creative health-wise) but Vin knew. Vin, as I've said before, thinks Popeye is his thing, and he actually believes that spinach powers him up. So the little bastard wouldn't touch it. (He wouldn't work out either, and whined about losing muscle. Dork.)

So I made a double batch of ( Read more... )

So I have this friend who is hot for this guy from London,(and I know it's just because of his accent), and he told her he missed a really good curry, and she lured him to her apartment by saying she cooked sensational curry... then she calls me over, and has me cook this beautiful egg curry dish [RECIPE HERE] that I make probably once every 3 ( Read more... )