Sunday, May 23, 2010
Flying Bean Salad
Big whoop, hm? What makes it a flying salad, you might ask?
Well, I consumed it out on the deck in the beautiful weather, and I have some insistent lunch time companions:
This one thinks he can't jump up onto my chair, so as long as I don't make eye contact, I'm OK.
However, this one can jump:
Try and ignore that why dontcha. It's breathing on you, remember, and after a while, it will start drooling and once that happens, it's only a matter of time before the drool starts dripping onto your leg. Try and ignore THAT why dontcha.
So what makes it a flying bean salad? In order to get some peace while I eat, I pick out a bean or a chunk of veg (Tiki loves vegetables) and toss it on out there so Tiki will get off me and go chase it down. If I throw it far enough, he'll be occupied for a good thirty seconds before he comes back. If I throw it too far, he won't go for it at all and I'll have ten seconds at most.
Friday, April 23, 2010
More than just fat-filled sugar bombs
Monday, April 5, 2010
Not your Olive Garden's tiramisu
But, I still had A LOT of pannetone. So's I decided to make another one (sans recipe, because this is when I remembered throwing it away). So here we have a non-gross tiramisu-like dessert that I improvised from a recipe I made once about four months ago.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
No More Handmade Bread
How I loved his power and his 5 quart mixing bowl! Alas!
Now here's the surprising part. Dirtbunny has decided not to replace him just yet, even though that means no biscotti, no cake, and crappy store-bought bread for The Man's sandwiches. Bunny can
Sunday, January 3, 2010
In which Dirtbunny admits she was wrong
So you bought your seventeen dollar pannetone al cioccolato (although you ended up spending way more than that--Oops!). What now? You make a tiramisu! Or french toast. Or regular toast and spread it with mascarpone. Or you sprinkle on a garnish of cocoa or powdered sugar and you eat it like cake. And when you're sick of it, you make the scraps and leftovers into bread pudding. And then you wait until next December, because that's when pannetoni are back in stock.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Don't be so hard on yourself
Does it look like I fucked it up? No? Well, I did. I put in onion, celery, and carrot in a rough chop. I was supposed to take my roughly chopped veg, and chop them finely into a battuto before putting them in. My veg were too big, and did not melt away and disappear into the sauce. Plus, I took a nap and let it get a leetle too dry. And I skimmed off about 1/3 cup of saturated fat off the top, which I was not supposed to do.
So: not perfect, but still good AND I LEARNED A LOT *she said sarcastically*
The Man was too busy gulping his down beagle-style (why bother to chew or taste?) to appreciate it, but he said thank you nonetheless.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Seven Fucking Eggplants
Then, last Friday, the Old Woman showed up bearing three additional eggplants. So I ended up with seven fucking eggplants. Seven! HolyMaryMotherofGod SEVEN eggplants. I should point out that the Old Woman did not know I already had four eggplants, and if I had not already possessed four eggplants, I would have welcomed a gift of three lovely eggplants from the garden at the Old Folks Home. As it as, however, I had four and she brought me three.
You cannot possibly imagine the angst this caused me.
Well, you don't know everything about me! I did not have to retire to my boudoir with the vapors. I just had to mull it over and I got sucked into a spiraling vortex of indecision. No vapors. So there!
Anyway, the stove is now fixed and the answer finally came to me: Eggplant Parmesan.
Well it took me a while, OK? My brain is diseased, remember?
Maybe. Shut up!
As I was saying, I decided to make eggplant parmesan. You start with a decent tomato sauce. There are many different types of tomato sauces, but today's special was WhatEVer sauce, which is a combination of whatever tomatoes and tomato products I happened to have around plus an old red bell pepper that I was going to have to throw out tomorrow if I didn't use it. And an herb of choice. Today's lucky herb was oregano and marjoram.
Sauce: made.
Then you prepare the eggplants.
To prepare the eggplants, retrieve them from the crisper. Oh dear. One of them didn't make it, poor thing. After
Well, eggplants that are old tend to be bitter and more likely to give you that astringent sort of aaaacccckkkk in the back of your throat, and salting them draws out some of their liquid and with the liquid, some of their bitter juices and aaaacccckkkk-making properties.
Your eggplants are old if they:
- are large (cuz it takes extra time for them to grow big, see)
- are from the grocery store (you don't really wanna know how long it takes to get from the fields to the store)
- have been sitting in your crisper for two weeks
- are starting to get a few mushy spots
Fresh ones that are small and that came from the garden in the last day or so probably don't need to be sweated, so if I had cooked the three gift eggplants from the Old Folks in a prompt manner, they probably would not have needed sweating. Wait a minute. The Old Folks like to amuse themselves by messing with Dirtbunny. They really can't be trusted, especially not with something as important as food. God knows how old those eggplants were. They may have been trying to aaaacccckkkk Dirtbunny just for kicks. New Rule: Always sweat eggplants from the Old Folks.
And your point is........?
You're new here, then, and not familiar with the many ways in which Dirtbunny is cursed. How very nice for you.
Moving on..... after the salted slices have sat around for a while (say, about as long as it takes for the second half of the Man City v Wolves match, which Man City won no thanks to Craig Bellamy, that scrote), you will see some brown juices in droplets on the surface. Your slices are ready. So set up your assembly line:
Left to right: stack of paper towels for blotting brown stuff off slices, shallow dish of egg wash, shallow dish of seasoned bread crumbs...
Seasoned however you want for crying out loud. Just don't use the ones that come already seasoned from the can. Those are gross. They are only for stupid people who don't know what they're doing.
You don't get to cross stuff out! That's only for me! Now stop interrupting!
.....I season mine with salt, pepper, chopped flat-leaf parsley, and generous amounts of parmesan because that's where the name of the dish comes from, and a
Look who's helping Dirtbunny!