Dinner Time Motherfuckers!

I really enjoy cooking and baking. Stop laughing. Please. Those of you that know me are well aware of the amount I cook and bake. Which is almost never. But I have a very good excuse. At the end of the day, the amount of energy I tend to have (zero) plus the amount of pain I am in (much) means that standing in the kitchen is not on my list of fun things to do. Before the fibro kicked in I used to cook EVERY day. Like a real housewife. Now TB is the cook 95% of the time, Chicken and I share the remaining 5%. I hate it, because cooking can be so much fun! I would bake goodies more often, as it doesn't require as much standing and stirring but then I would eat it all and become very fat.

This is all a very long-winded way of saying that I cooked dinner tonight and I want to share in the goodness with you. I have been inspired by a few bloggers that have recently posted recipes, namely Swistle, Calliope, and The New Girl. Matthew brought home this recipe from Rachel Ray's cooking magazine and made it for us last week before he flew off to Virginia. It is from the $10 Spot section, where you can make dinner for a family of four for ten dollars or less. My version cost $15 because I made a few changes.

The recipe is Pasta with Roasted Cauliflower and Ham. I'm not going to post the recipe because you can operate the innernets, right? Okay then. You can click on any of the images to get a super-size version. Because I love you.

Changes:
I used three small heads of cauliflower, almost a pound of ham, almost double the sage, and gluten free pasta. The sage I used is organic, but that is only because that is all I found at Henry's. Unless I want to go to multiple stores (not when it is 100 degrees outside I don't) I have to go to a specialty store to get the gluten free pasta.






The finished product:Super yummy and maybe good for you?

Busted!

Update: You must read TB's comment.

I opened the microwave today to a shocking discovery. Instead of the sparkling white and clean interior that I saw yesterday afternoon, I was treated to this horror show:

My husband KILLED the microwave. This looks suspiciously like the taco meat, refried bean, and cheese mess that he heated up for Chicken.

TB "cleaned" the kitchen after dinner last night. I think he missed a spot or twenty. What the fuck?!

Braggart

I made dinner tonight and I am proud. For those of you keeping track at home, this is the second real dinner I have cooked in 14 weeks. Yep, my body is not the most functional. But HEY! I cooked a dinner so great I'd fuck myself if I wasn't so busy sitting on my ass sighing contentedly. The dinner:

Thai Red Curry Chicken with Tasty Vegetables

• Sauce: coconut milk, fish sauce, red curry paste
• Canned vegetables: water chestnuts and bamboo shoots
• Fresh vegetables: shiitake mushrooms, orange bell peppers, snow pea pods
• Served on: rice noodles

It was outfuckingstanding and of course gluten free.

Post Script: I am sad that the current season of Top Gear is over.

Teriyaki Sauce

One day, a very sweet Teddy Bear was making his darling Sam teriyaki sauce from scratch* and he decided to enlist the help of our new chef in the making, Chicken. They sliced, diced, measured and mixed a great big bowl of teriyaki sauce just for little old me. While I had a fucking attack at the massive amount of soy sauce that was being mixed and measure by a TEN YEAR OLD BOY in my KITCHEN. As I stood there, hyperventilating I cautioned Chicken "Be VERY careful measuring that sugar..." He retorted, "Careful is my middle name!" And then this happened:

MUST CLICK AND MAKE BIG NOW. I COMMAND THEE.

You can tell by Chicken's face (picture removed) immediately after the Sugar Spill of '07 that I am totally pissed off and screaming like a fucking banshee. Or, is that the look of "Shit! I have to clean all of this sugar up by eating it? No problem!" And then what does Chicken have to say about this mess? "Uh, I guess my middle name is Louis, huh?"

*I can't complain too overly much, since the reason they were making it is that teriyaki sauce typically contains wheat. My awesome boys make a special wheat-free batch for me because the love me sooooo much.