New Food Blog

I'm super excited to announce the launch of a passion project of mine and the Boo's...our new food blog!!! If you'll recall the Boo is a sensational chef. And me? Well I'm just a fat ass masquerading as a self proclaimed foodie. But that's neither here nor there. The point is, my man has some made some amazing things over the years and we thought it was high time we unleash his mouth watering culinary goodness to the masses.

So hop on over to our blog for lots of yummy recipes, food porn, and of course, your daily dose of sarcasm from yours truly. Your waist line might not thank you for it, but we sure will!

Holy S*@&

In 5 days, the Boo and I will be living in Charlotte.

5. FIVE!!!!

Less than a week.

Holy shit that came fast!!

So because of that our remaining days here will be consumed with packing boxes, labeling boxes, unpacking boxes (realizing that we packed shit we still need), going to usps to change our addresses, turning on our electric, setting up our cable and internet, having transcripts transferred, vet records copied and transferred, cars cleaned and repaired, survival kits packed, hotels in jacksonville and hilton head island reserved, having doctor's records transferred, final meeting with movers, cleaning the old apartment, loads and loads of laundry, returning books to the library and movies to Blockbuster, reviewing for the Boo's finals and trying to keep our minds amidst all the chaos!

(I'm exhausted just looking at that.)

Being the responsible adults we are the Boo and I have rolled up our sleeves and are prepared to tackle these remaining days with full force.

But for now? We're gonna go eat some crab legs, sip some brews and watch the Draft. Because clearly we know how to prioritize.

Clearly.

If the Boo Wins Top Chef I'm Claiming My Portion of His Reward for Forcing Him Into It

Sometimes I wonder if my inner fat girl pheromones attracted the Boo to me. I mean somewhere up there God had to be thinking “This girl can put the food AWAY. I should probably set her up with a sufficient enabler.”

Er…I mean chef.

You see, I’ve mentioned before that my man can cook however, I don’t think many of you grasp the gravity of that statement. HE. CAN . COOK. (On his own. Without a recipe, measuring cup or assistance in sight. Without making a mess in the kitchen. Ok that’s a lie. He makes a HUGE mess. But it’s always worth it.)

As a sous chef in his previous job the Boo created some amazing nightly specials for an upscale Italian restaurant in our hometown. Since we’re moving and uncovering treasure troves of old shit we recently found an old notebook containing pages and pages of some of his creations during his tenure. In an effort to consolidate trash and rid ourselves of unnecessary luggage, he asked me to transpose the contents of his portfolio into a Word document so we could keep them and toss the notebook.

Now, like I’ve said, I always knew the guy could cook, but I’ll be damned if I wasn’t a bit surprised and impressed with some of the dishes I found myself sifting through.

Here’s just a sample of some of his dishes so you can get a feel for what I’m working with…

- Sesame crusted Ahi tuna with tomato coulis and avocado sauce

- Lobster strudel with boursin and shitake finished with a boursin cream sauce

- Rosemary skewered salmon with wild mushroom and mixed green salad tossed in a citrus vinaigrette (skewered on fresh rosemary stems)

- Pineapple-sake glazed oysters accompanied by ginger sautéed vegetables and sticky rice

- Champagne poached oysters accompanied by baby artichoke and smoked bacon salad topped with Tobiko caviar

- Sundried tomato crusted scallops served with a warm wild mushroom and arugula salad topped with crumbled goat cheese

- Oriental duck salad tossed with spring mix, mandarin oranges, and snow peas in a honey-ginger vinaigrette topped with crispy wontons

- Pan roasted sea scallops served over seared foie gras drizzled with a cranberry-balsamic reduction

- Crab stuffed flounder roulade with sticky rice and a mango burre blanc

- Pecan crusted rack of lamb, wild mushroom sauté with truffled sweet potatoes finished with a red wine-bourbon reduction

- Pecan crusted grouper accompanied by cinnamon raisin rice pilaf finished with a lemon-thyme burre blanc

- Grilled halibut accompanied by pecan couscous, vanilla glazed white asparagus finished in a chardonnay butter sauce

- Curried coconut crusted Mahi Mahi accompanied by Basmati rice cakes drizzled with a cucumber yogurt sauce

- Herb-crusted pork loin accompanied by garlic mashed potatoes and parmesan roasted fennel finished with a rosemary-mustard sauce

See what I mean?? He’s like my very own Tom Collichio.

And if that’s not enough to make me wanna nail the guy (down) then I don’t know what is.

A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

So if you braved through this monstrosity than you know the Boo and I had our weekly date night Saturday.

We picked a random Mexican restaurant nearby (to comply with some of the stipulations on my 101 list…post on how that’s coming later) and we were pleasantly surprised. Cute, authentic atmosphere, attentive wait staff and tasty food.

2 pitchers of margaritas later we were ready to head out. Full and tipsy we stopped by the store and picked up a bottle of our most favorite champagne ever (Veuve Cliquot Ponsardin…it’ll change your life). All was going according to plan, that is, until we got home.

We walked through our door and what did we find?? THIS.

Yes, that is indeed our (my) beige leather recliner ripped to shreds, cotton pluming out of its’ orifices, crying out in pain. WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!?!

After a little sleuthing, the Boo and I were able to determine which of the wild hounds was the perpetrator and what do you know…it WASN’T Asia, the one I’m convinced is sporadically possessed by Lucifer.

OH NO!! It was Chloe!

Sweet, innocent, fat little Chloe had taken our leave of absence as license to gorge herself on our chairs’ innards. Who would have thought?

And while I’m still a little pissed about the utter demolition of one of the few quality things I bring to the relationship, ya gotta give that sneaky beast some credit. While Asia is easily the prime suspect in any misbehavior around the house due to her crazy, wild-eyed fervor for life and proclivity to curiosity and annoyance, she’s really just the guise.

The scapegoat upon which Chloe can commit heinous act after atrocious deed and get away with it.

And hot damn if I didn’t fall for it over the last 7 months.

Well fatty, I’m on to you now. Yea, Chlo, I’m lookin’ at you.