Archive for the ‘Beside Myself’ Category
After eating more Easter cookies than any human I know of–my dog Oliver outdid me at 6 but only barely–this is my new favorite LIGHT springtime lunch. Read More
I’m probably the most irritating person at a Super Bowl gathering; I merrily show up and ask,”Okay, so who’s playing?” I am completely clueless. As I’m writing this, I, a Chicago native, can’t even remember the name of my birth city’s football team. (Are they the Chargers? The Jazz? The Zebras? It’ll come to me…) I know they used to have a player whose nickname was The Refrigerator, which caught my attention.
But if I’m short on info, I’m long on enthusiasm. I’m even willing to cook for the Super Bowl, especially if we go to my brother’s house and all I have to make is an appetizer. It gives me an excuse to revisit my recipe for Bean Dip.
Bean Dip is the perfect choice for the occasion. Chips are involved, which are a mainstay of the S.B. cuisine, and the dip is served warm, which works well on a cold February day (which in L.A. means it’s below 70º).
I have sometimes served this on other random occasions, like when I was too lazy to make a real dinner for the kids. I’d give them Bean Dip with a bowl of soup and they were perfectly happy.
Click here for the recipe.
The trouble with going to the farmers’ market is that everything looks so gorgeous I buy enough to feed everyone in my zip code. Then I go home and realize that I actually have to do something with all this bounty, as in, cook it, at which point I have been known to utter a mild curse. Read More
On football (i.e. TV dinner) nights, my husband is so engrossed in the sport, his hair could be on fire and he would not notice. I take the opportunity to sneak some foods into the evening menu that he (being the pickiest eater on the planet) would otherwise reject. Read More
Last weekend, a rare thing happened. I was grateful it was football season. This is because my daughter, who usually reserves most of her weekend time for her boyfriend, Lee, got ditched by the guy in favor of the Ravens or the Packers or whoever it was roughhousing on TV that afternoon. Lee announced his intention to occupy the couch for at least seven hours, which meant that Elizabeth (who tolerates football but only for about fifteen minutes at a time) was free to go shoe shopping with me. Read More
This is a great make-ahead side dish for grilling season (or any season, for that matter). It’s also good for those nights when you completely forget to buy food for dinner. The clock strikes five and you realize you have no chicken, no beef, no pig products and no interest in going to the market at rush hour, but you do have a few cans in the pantry. Read More
“Got butter? No? If you have a jar and some cream, you can make it…”
Rutabagas are sometimes called “Swedes” because they are the Swedish cousins of turnips. This fact has always sparked my interest because I, too, have a Swedish cousin, although her name is Sarah, not Rutabaga. I think of her every time I eat one of these friendly root vegetables, which, in my opinion, are much better tasting than their paler cousins. Read More
What you see here is a picture of a butternut squash I made the mistake of trying to peel.
Well, I don’t care what Ina G. says. Don’t attempt to peel a butternut squash before it’s cooked. As a friend of mine said, it’s like wrestling with a rock. The upper body exercise is such that you will require physical therapy afterwards. Just cut the damn thing into chunks and roast ‘em, THEN peel ‘em and proceed with your recipe.