superbowl.

2/7/2010 - i'm backtracking

when my friend Amy invited me to her house for a superbowl party i was thrilled. not because of my love for football (because i have none), but because i got a chance to get back in the kitchen. plus, Amy's quite the overachiever when it comes to food, so i was forced to not be lazy. no dips, no cupcakes.
i used a combination of internet research and my mom's recipe to make my version of mushroom turnovers. sounds blah, right? well, i'm not a mushroom fan, but there's something about my mom's style of foodism that makes me eat things i would normally pass on. and even though i think making dough is the devil, i did it. Amy would never use store-bought dough.

1st, i sauteed some onions in butter. (could have been some EVOO in there too, but i can't remember back that far.)
surprisingly, my mom said it was cool to use canned mushrooms. i like everything super small and minced.
add the mushrooms to the onions. then add sour cream & any other seasonings you're into. mine is top secret - get your own.

the dough was simple: flour, butter and cream cheese. i rolled it out and used a glass to cut circles. yes, this was annoying, b/c i had to keep reforming the dough into a ball and rolling it out again. and the width of the circles was oh-so-important. i hate to sound like a negative nancy, but honesty is key. i don't want anyone to be misled...like i was.
however, i will say that homemade dough is far better than any store-bought kind. it was well worth the effort.

last, you spoon a little bit of the mushroom filling in the center of the dough circle, fold it in half and press the edges together with a fork. then bake. i brushed the tops with egg yolk, it creates a pretty "finished" look.
these things smell like pot roast in the oven. a strange hunger will take over you.
i didn't photograph the finished product because the savages at Amy's house wouldn't let me. but you get the idea.

i don't even have a speech prepared...

if there were an award for being inconsistent, i'd have one.
and it would be large.
forgive me. i'm about to hit y'all with a whole lot. wait for it...

the proof's in the pudding.

you ever watch those documentaries on 'poverty in america'? ever wonder why those people are so large if they're impoverished?

no? i have. i have for years. and it finally hit me - fat food is cheap. from chef boyardee to hungry man dinners, you can feed a family of 4 for under $10. then there's the dollar menu. it's a hardcore fat trap. i'm guilty of taking advantage on my cheap days. i mean, why wouldn't you? *raises hand* ooh, ooh, i know! because your calves will start to resemble thighs.

think about it. salads, grilled chicken breast, fruit and even bottled water all cost more than their fattier counterparts. i don't know how to take that as anything other than disrespect.

the next question my mind wants to ask is why are less fatty things more expensive? let's take milk for example. whole is $2.25, skim is about $3.50. my logic and deductive reasoning tell me that whole milk is milk in it's natural state. straight from the cow. whereas skim milk has to go through some sort of process to eliminate the fat, therefore incurring more cost due to labor. smart, huh?
i don't truly know the answers. i just want the world to become a better place. starting with a tastetastic salad i can order that won't cost me more than $5.19.

"tightrope" - janelle monae.

this video is fun to watch. watch it.

sadness & despair.

for 6 months i've stalked these boots, constantly questioning whether i truly need them or not. after all, i already own a cognac boot. and i already own a tall flat boot. but my heart (and my closet) keeps telling me i need a tall, flat, cognac boot. so there i was, on the edge of a decision when my mom swoops in with a save. she bought them in an effort to bribe me - SWEET! it worked. whatever you want mom.
they arrived at my home in 48 hours (shout out to endless.com) and i was more than eager to put them on. good amount of space for my toes? check. nice fit around my calf? check. doesn't stab me when i walk? yeah, didn't plan for that. i was too sad to be pissed, what a waste of a shoe! and my longing! and my mom's bribery!
i'm gonna take them to the local shoe guy. if he gives me that look that he's given me before, meaning "this is an issue beyond me", then i'll send them back. with tear stains on the leather.

heaven.

we got Zara, we got H&M, we got Tyler Perry and if we had a Friendly's, atlanta would be complete. (that tyler perry one was a joke - unless he's reading this, and in that case, what's up wit a job??)
i digress.
my sister (who is a 9-year old fat kid on the inside) convinced my mom at a simple trip to Target to buy us all of the ingredients we needed to make our favorite sundaes. and since my mom pretty much does whatever she asks, 15 minutes later we were on our way home to make sundaes. but these weren't just typical sundaes. it's the Reese's Peanut Butter Cup Sundae we ordered when we we used to live in MD and PA. i would get the same thing every time - chicken fingers, french fries and no matter what, this glorious sundae. luckily, big sis remembered the minor details. the very 1st taste took me all the way back to '91.

ingredients: vanilla ice cream, chocolate ice cream, hot fudge, peanut butter, crushed Reese's cups, whipped cream, 1 whole Reese's cup. i don't mess with cherries or sprinkles, but those are there, too.

<-- ours <--theirs

booby gap.

i have 2 consistent obstacles that make it difficult to shop for clothes - my height and my boobs. this cute, simple, ON SALE dress would have been a nice addition to my closet had it not been for the booby gap. there's no way around it. i've tried pushing through it before and ended up looking like a classless whore. my tots aren't even that big, you'd think i was a double D.
anyway, i shared because i'm pretty confident i'm not the only one afflicted by this nuisance. i guess i'll try to re-create it myself.