I made some really excellent one pan cheesy tacos! Everyone went nuts over it, and there were no leftovers. I adapted a recipe from sweetcsdesigns.com. I read this amazing recipe and adapted it to my dietary restrictions. (I posted the link for reference, and I will also post what I used.) Continue reading One Pan Cheesy Chicken Tacos, With a Splash of Guacamole (Or a Lot, Whose Judging?!)
I think I may have found a new favorite author, well second favorite (No one can replace Patricia Cornwell in my heart). Ruth Ware is proving to be a great story teller.
The first book I read of hers was “The Girl in Cabin 10”. It hooked me from the very first sentence. I am now reading “In and dark, dark wood”. I barely put it down long enough to write this post. Continue reading In a Dark, Dark Wood, I Prepped food for the Entire Week
Today was a brutal day at work. I believe the only thing that got me through it was the fact that there was a bottle of beautiful dark wine in the fridge, beckoning for me to come home. I could almost hear it calling my name….Never mind, that was my children asking me when I would be home to cook dinner. Now that I was awoken from my daydream it was time for me to go home and get to cooking.
When I arrived home, I had to get going on the ingredients quick. I was really in the mood for pasta, and the sauce tends to take a little while. After pulling the wine out of the fridge, I had to remind myself what I got in there for. I really needed tomatoes, green peppers, garlic, and onions. Whenever I make pasta sauce I wrestle with the dilemma that I know we all face, “Do I want to drink the wine or cook with it?” For me, it boils down to whether or not I have enough for both. Today I do, so pasta sauce with wine it is!
I really like the flavor of a good homemade sauce. If it has wine in it, then I love it more, the more intense, the better. Before I get started, I put on the 80’s music and pour my first glass of wine. My kids respond well to the music, even singing along to some it (of course, they would never admit that to their friends).
For my sauce, I always start out with my tomatoes. I need them to be skinless. I do this by boiling them for a few minutes. The skin starts to crack and get wrinkly. When this happens, I toss them in some ice water to stop the cooking process.
While this is going on, I chop my green peppers and onions. I cut mine a little thick because I like my sauce so chunky it could be a dish all its own. I add the onions to some olive oil with a sprinkle of salt and cook them for a few minutes before adding the green pepper and garlic.
When I have added all the ingredients, and they have cooked until tender, I add wine to the mix. I cook the wine down, then I add more. I repeat this a few more times. I like my sauces to have an intense flavor of a good wine. The amount you add will be based on how intense of taste you desire.
I enjoy watching documentaries, especially ones about food. I started watching them a few years ago when my eating habits became horrible. I knew I wanted to change but did not know how.
Even though I had a solid foundation in my cooking skills growing up, the 50-70 hour work weeks took their toll on me. Leaving the house at 7 in the morning and not getting home until six or seven in the evening made my motivation for meal planning non existent. Instead of quick dinners and pizza becoming the exception, they became our go to. Processed foods are cheap, easy, and eventually my mind and taste buds tricked me into thinking it was the best tasting thing in the world.
Fast forward several years and 100 pounds later I was tired of being tired. The first documentary scared the *insert expletive* out of me. In reaction to this, I became a vegan for a year. Not a day, A. WHOLE. FREAKING. YEAR! Now being vegan wasn’t really the lifestyle for me. I literally dreamed about cheese for the first couple of months. It did get easier,but I never lost my desire for dairy. I did really well until one drunken night I found myself ordering the most glorious cheese pizza I have ever tasted in my entire life (at least that what the wine made me believe). Then came the guilt. I remembered the baby cows from the documentary being pulled from their mothers. After a few days of beating myself up I realized, food should never be about guilt.
After my realization, I started seeking out provocative documentaries that made me think about where my food comes from. I wanted vindication for my beliefs and to celebrate food. I wanted to eat to live, instead of…you know the rest.
I am now very passionate about what I feed my family and where the food comes from. I am not going to be a hypocrite and say that “I only eat organic and all my meat is pasture raised.” I have two teenagers and a husband who eat me out of house and home, I would go broke. I do however, make sure the meat is not treated with hormones and if pasture raised is on sale, I buy it.