ok ok ok ok ok! enough with the hounding and the judging and the abuse! we’re back! you asked for it. there are pictures, but they ain’t all pretty. and turns out if you don’t write things down, 4 months later you forget what recipe you used. so, here’s what we got:
one day in october, manfriend and i made meatloaf.
i’m 90% sure we based it off pioneer woman’s recipe, except we didn’t wrap it in bacon (forgive me!). it was still delicious. especially the sauce.
then, i revisited my childhood and played with lots of rainbow sprinkles.
i’m 50% sure i used this recipe. i know i looked at it for a while, at least.
and now the for the crime solving portion of the programming–apparently at some point in early november, a dish was made in my kitchen i have no recollection of. a crime! from the evidence gathered, i’ve deduced there was a salad with sesame-crusted steak
that was seared.
there were mushrooms involved. apparently.
the whole business was dressed in….soy and cilantro, knowing the suspect’s m.o. there was probably some chili sauce and honey implicated as well.
resulting in the carnage below. quite a whodunnit.
moving right along. Liscious and I made ourselves a fantastic brunch of pumpkin-cream-cheese-streusel-muffins and a egg-tomato-prosciutto focaccia pizza. oh and just a splash of champagne. just a splash.
doesn’t that look fun? oh and then she got married. parts of the day went better than others. example of the latter:
and then i made pork chops. this is BIG. i hate pork chops. i don’t like hating foods (except bananas, which is well documented and i believe, entirely justified) so i tried to give it another go. the problem with cooking foods you’re not terribly fond of or familiar with is you tend to not be well-versed in preparing them. ergo, i over cooked the pork chops. manfriend said they were tasty (good manfriend) but i was not satisfied. their saving grace was the maple-sage pan sauce i made to go with them. that was a win.
christmas happened again this year, which was nice. i had a good, long, and sufficiently eventful stay at the homestead. There was deep dish pizza, pink champagne, snowflakes, and funtimes with the sistafriend.
shortly after, 2011 showed up. we tried to get off on a good foot–
but the universe had other ideas. we’ll just have to return soon to kentucky, and try again at gettin’ lucky.
and so here we are! i’ve got a few tasty things coming down the pike (pipe?) which are really only scheduled to keep you mongrels satisfied. RAWR.