Ahh, comfort food. How I love you so. Even better when you’re easy. Wait, that sounded a little … lewd. Or maybe I’m the only one who is mentally 12 years of age and went there.
Let’s start again. Hey! Have I got a great recipe for you today! It’s total comfort food (hellooo pasta) and it’s easy (like, super simple to make).
Ever since I made a huge batch of these refried bean and cheese burritos, wrapped them in foil, and threw them in the freezer, coming up with lunches has been a breeze.
I can only spare five minutes to wolf something down? Go to the freezer. Grab a burrito. No leftovers for my guy to take to work the next day? Grab a burrito. Simply craving a ridiculously delicious lunch? Grab a burrito.
If you owned a Vietnamese pho restaurant, what would you name it? Around here, we have “What the Pho?”, “Pho Shizzle,” and then there’s just straight-up “Pho King.” I guess if I opened a pho (pronounced “fuh”) place, I’d have a hard time resisting getting punny, too. Maybe I’d call mine “Pho the Love of All That is Good and Holy.”
Orrrr … yeah. Maybe I’ll just make vegetarian pho from scratch at home now and then, and that’ll be plenty good enough.
Did you know that folks in Thailand generally don’t use chopsticks? Yeah, I didn’t either – not until after I took these photos. D’oh.
But you know what? I think that’s okay. This recipe for Roasted Winter Vegetables in Thai Red Curry (with optional chicken for the meat-eaters!) isn’t super-duper authentic Thai, either, and I like both the photos and the recipe just fine. Okay, truthfully, I was pretty happy with the photos … and I love the recipe. So hopefully nobody else takes offense.
I don’t eat fish, I can’t bring myself to like black-eyed peas (as hard as I try), and I keep forgetting to pick up grapes at the store.
There are tons of foods that are thought to bring those that feast upon them good luck and great fortune in the coming year, but this year, I thought maybe I’d try making a little bit of my own luck.
I mean, these Easy Brussels Sprouts Pita Pizzas feature a round shape to represent coins, the color green for money and luck, and deliciousness for, well, um … deliciousness.
For us, breakfast strata is an absolute must on Christmas morning. I grew up with it, and the holiday just wouldn’t feel complete without it.
Plus, when you make it the night before, the only work you have to do in the morning is pull the breakfast strata out of the fridge, uncover it, and stick it in the oven. Less time in the kitchen, more time playing with the toys Santa brought you. If you’ve been good, that is.
This is the time of year when I start obsessing over red and green foods. After all, you can’t serve yellow and brown for Christmas! (Okay, fine, you actually can – and I usually do – but if the food coordinates with the holiday, well, it pleases me).
I sound like a total freak, don’t I?
Well, with these Tomato Pesto Tarts, I can let my freak flag fly proudly, because they’re unabashedly red and green – oh so perfect for the holiday.
One thing that’s kind of a bummer about moving is that you’re usually always moving away from the things you do and the people you love. So the cool thing about this last move is that we are now closer to friends, family, job, activities … not farther. Less time spent in the car has been pretty great, I must say. Really, really great.
I am in DIY heaven/hell. Pinterest is my best friend/worst enemy. Making our new house feel like a home is such fun/utterly exhausting.
I’m a little conflicted. Can you tell?
I really am thrilled we were able to make the leap into our new home, and we ended up in such a great place, too. Totally worth it. It’s just a little overwhelming and I want the entire place to feel like home NOW.
This vegetarian butternut squash and beer chili absolutely, 100% helps. Chili could not be more cozy and homey if it tried.
I am so, so out of my comfort zone right now. We’re a few days into life in the new house, but everything is still mayhem. Painting all the rooms before moving everything in has proven to be a painfully slow process – darn HGTV and their hidden staffs of 30 making these types of things look so easy and breezy! I always forget.
I have a confession to make. We’ve taught our daughter to say “cray cray.” As in, crazy? Cray cray? Yeah, we say that around here. It started out as ironic-only use and then it sort of creeped its way into our everyday lexicon.
I hope we aren’t as annoying and uncool as I just made us sound.
I’m realizing a lot of my one dish two ways (or meat optional) recipes call for optional bacon. The last recipe I posted had it; next week’s will, too.
I know I need to mix it up – and I will, I promise, especially after we get settled into our new place and I can get back to developing recipes – but for now, I give you … yep, you guessed it. Bacon.
I try not to be a high-maintenance vegetarian. You know, the kind of vegetarian who demands loudly that things be made their way, all the time, no matter who else is eating?
Not that I’ve ever met that kind of vegetarian. In fact, such a vegetarian might not even exist. But in my fertile and dramatic little mind, they do. And I don’t ever want to be one.
I’m not sure how, but I somehow ended up with a significant other that hates tomatoes. Tomatoes! The glorious fruitvegetable! But he loathes them. Well, at least, he loathes fresh tomatoes. Especially slices, and especially on hamburgers and sandwiches.
So BLTs aren’t really something we do around here. For one, I don’t eat the bacon, so mine is just an LT – lettuce and tomato. And his wouldn’t have tomato, so his is just a BL. So if I didn’t break out a tomato for just my sandwich, we’re looking at a … lettuce sandwich? An L? Yeah, probably not … unless that’s some fabulous thing I’m totally missing out on, and if so, please share now!
Let’s talk about brats, shall we?
No, no. Not the sniveling kind you see pitching a fit over Superman in the toy aisle that makes you swear off having kids, ever. (Though the mother in me is now inclined to think there must just be something going on with the poor dear that is making him act out).
Not brats. Brawts brats. Bratwurst. And really by that, I’m just talking about grilling up some sausages – both meaty and faux-meaty – and making ourselves the quickest, easiest, and beer-friendliest meal around.