Back to…Normal? (Avocado Pesto)

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I can’t decide where I want to be, and it is something I’ve been struggling with for a while.  I think I’m coming to realise that wherever I am is not the place for me.  Which is awesome.  I think I might move, because 1 in 3 road accidents happen within a mile of home.

Years ago a friend of a friend asked me, “Where would you prefer to live, the US or the UK?”

“Well,” I told him, “I’d like spend my time between the two.”

“In the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, then?” He asked, with an expression only a  24 year old named Percy can pull off…self-satisfied, and with a mouth set like a butthole.

Really, what a dickhead, but so, so funny.

Now, I’m back in limbo.  I had a great time in Buffalo.   Mostly, I ate like the bulimic character in Meridith Baxter Birney’s Lifetime movie, “Kate’s Secret,” but without the purging. But, of course, there was more to it.

The US has my sisters, friends who accept chicken wing eating challenges,  parents, and the early summer scenery that keeps “Little Pink Houses” on a constant loop in my head.  The UK has my kitchen, …is London, and has a seven and a half mile park I can run around  in complete safety.  It’s awesome, but adds a touch of Cowslip’s Warren to my soul.  (Sorry, I can’t help but reference “Watership Down” when I’m blue.)

But, if you can’t be with the one you want, love the one you’re with.  Right?  At least geographically speaking.  So, I’m going to love London to the max.  Like, an all encompassing “make out for hours” and “sit on London’s face” kind of summer love.  Then, I’ll see how we are by September.

Avocado Pesto

This was the first meal I made when I arrived back to the idyllic London suburb I now call home.  I threw it over some rotisserie chicken and courgette/zucchini noodles.

Top with some parmesan.  It’s good and keeps surprisingly well in the fridge.

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  • 2 avocados
  • 1 1/2 cups Basil leaves
  • 3-4 cloves garlic
  • 1/3 cup toasted pinenuts
  • 2 TBS lemon juice
  • 1 tsp salt, or to taste
  • 1/4 cup olive oil
  1. Pulse all the ingredients except the olive oil in a food processor until finely chopped.
  2. Add the olive oil, with the motor still running, until incorporated and creamy.
  3. Use as you would regular pesto.
  4. Salt with homesick tears.

 

 

ChiChi Meringue’s Rice Recipe

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I have a dear friend called Clau…well, I’ll call her “ChiChi Meringue.”  She’s 45 percent of the reason I come back to Buffalo to visit, and is 80 percent of the reason I want to move back permanently.  We go way back.  ChiChi rescued me from living with a girl whose cat pissed on my bed, and then tried to cover it up by pouring ammonia over the mattress.

 

The years I lived with her were the best of my life.  We cracked each other up, smoked marlboro lights, drank enough amaretto sours to be constantly phlegmy, cooked food together, and had opposite tastes in men.  In other words, bliss.

There were, of course, a few bumps along our road.

  • Like the time we had a heated argument at four in the morning where I accused her of pulling a knife on me.  Really, she was only making a tasty sandwich.
  • Then, there was the time I walked home from The Old Pink, drunk out of my mind.  Along the way I picked up a stray cat.  I believed the cat and I needed a fresh new beginning that could only be accomplished as team.  ChiChi said “NO” to the cat, and I left him on the porch, miles from the life he had known.
  • And of course, arguing about something, (can’t remember what) where I punished her, (but mostly myself) by inexplicably sleeping in our clawfoot tub.

Wow. Seeing it in writing, I’m an absolute nightmare.

In honour of my beautiful, wonderful friend;  here is her famous rice recipe.  She’d make this when I’d be super sad after getting dumped by yet another man with frosted blond hair.  So, at least twice a month for two years.

ChiChi’s Rice

Prep:  Rinse the rice and follow the recipe below.

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The best/worst thing I’ve ever done (hot chocolate for morons)

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I’ve always wondered if I could just run a marathon.  Like, get up out of bed, go to the starting line, and run 26.2 miles.  On May 29th 2016, I was given the opportunity to satisfy my curiosity.  Yes, I can mostly run a marathon.  To be precise, I can jog 17.5 miles, and then bow-leggedly amble the rest of the way like a forlorn sasquatch seeking a mate.

A while back I wrote about how I had begun marathon training.  And I did train.  I completed my long runs, short runs, tempo runs, and endurance-building weights sessions.  I had some injuries, but I also had a physiotherapist who looked like a young Ernst Hemingway.  Twice a month he adjusted my pelvis and attached electrical suction cups to various parts of my body, turning up the voltage as high as it could go.  Honestly, I felt on top of the world.

But, other parts of my life crept in and made me sad.  So, I took it out on the Buffalo Marathon.  I quit.  Not running became the protest of my unhappiness.  I refused to train.  I made kimchi and fed water kefir grains.  I felt very sorry for myself.

Yet, on race day, there I was at the starting line, unawares of how I had gotten there…like a politician who wakes, covered in blood, alongside a dead prostitute.  Since I was there, I figured I’d jog a little.  A very long story short, I put one swollen foot in front of the other and crossed the finish line almost SIX HOURS later.

I’m proud of myself in the way idiots who survive boxing a deer or lighting their farts on fire are proud of themselves.  I’m so stupid, but I’m still here.  I got a medal too.

Hot Chocolate for Idiots

*This is from my favorite cookbook, Many Hands Cooking-An International Cookbook for Girls and Boys.  Because it’s geared towards children, it is also useful for adults who make stupid decisions and fuck up a lot.

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What I Ate. (Oven Bacon)

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*What a great looking city.

I arrived in Buffalo late on Wednesday.  I had every intention of eating as I have been…i.e., like a human being who doesn’t hate herself.  But please allow me to jump to Friday.

What I Ate on Friday

  • 1/4 homemade Danish puff and five cups of coffee with cream.
  • Three sour cream Timbits donuts, and a small coffee with cream from Tim Hortons.
  • A plate of 49’ers with two slices of thick bacon, and 1/4 of my mother’s leftover  raspberry waffle from The Original Pancake House.
  • Two hamburgers (without the buns because I’m being super healthy) with cheese, bacon, and avocado alongside a five-inch oven-baked egg roll.
  • Vanilla soft serve sundae with hot fudge, whipped cream, and nuts.
  • There was other stuff too, but I blacked out and can’t remember.

I won’t lie.  It was awesome.  I feel like absolute shit, but I’m owning it.

All I have for you today is how to cook bacon in the oven.  You may think this is a cop-out, and it is, but it is still a useful skill.

Oven Baked Bacon

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  1. Preheat the oven to 400f/200c.
  2. Go get some bacon and put it on a greased, foil-lined baking tray.
  3. Cook for 15-20 minutes, but start checking on it after 12 minutes.
  4. Drain on a paper towel-lined plate.
  5. It lasts for a week in the refrigerator and three months in the freezer.
  6. Keep the fat if you’re a disgusting human being.

*I feel embarrassed posting “American Girl,” but I’m doing it anyway.  I like the song.  It moves me.  And it is not my fault there is no rocky/bluesy/hint-of-country anthem for dual-nationality middle-aged women.

Next week’s post will be about how crack is pretty good stuff.  The week after that will be a tutorial on giving handjobs for quick cash.

Low Carb Carbonara

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I’ve been taking my time traveling down the paleo/primal/sugar-free route.  All in all, it has been nearly three years of denial, attempts to recreate foods I used to enjoy, resignation, and timid implementation.  Then, last month I read Mark Sisson’s “Primal Blueprint.”  One month in, and I’m doing well.  I feel good.  I thought I’d miraculously be able to fit into my senior year homecoming dress, but realised that was a super creepy aspiration.  Like, why would I try to recreate the body I had at the most awkward and sexless point of my life?

Anyway.

The General Guidelines:

  1. Diet:  Meats, fats and vegetables.  I’m eating moderate amounts of lower-fructose fruits such as berries.  I’m avoiding potatoes, rice, grains, corn, and any other high starch foods.  No gluten or sugar.  The only oils I use are coconut, avocado, macadamia and olive.  I stay away from the rest.  I eat NUTS in moderation.  Mostly macadamia.  Any dairy I have is either super fatty or probiotic.  But, I think I might try to eliminate it for a time to punish myself.
  2. Exercise:  Two weight sessions.  One intense 30 minute session, and a quick 10 minute, less taxing session.  I walk as much as I can, and aim for one two-hour hike a week.  One sprint workout.  Just 8 or 10, 15-30 second bursts as quickly as possible.
  3. I”m trying channel my mealtimes into a 9am-6pm window.  It helps to pretend I’m a Gremlin.

That’s it.  And I occasionally have a couple glasses of  prosecco to convince people I’m still the drunk and slutty friend they can feel good about comparing themselves to.  Eating this way is  a big change that is not always easy or convenient, but for the first time, perhaps ever, I’m not constantly obsessed with food.  I don’t feel like my world is about to end if dinner takes an extra half-hour to get on the table. Actually, that’s a lie, but my moods are calmer and my thoughts are clearer.  I’m still a neurotic mess, but just a tiny bit less so.

I want to make it clear that this is working for me, but you need to do what feels right for you.  Just like some people give birth in their bathtubs, and some people give birth in hospitals; both groups are insufferable know-it-alls.  I’m a complete weirdo when it comes to food, but I believe there is no “right” to be a freak.  I just enjoy sharing my journey and hearing about yours.  Do what makes you feel great.

Chicken Zucchini Carbonara

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This is a recipe I made up.  I’m not bragging.  I once made a huge batch of jerusalem artichoke soup that gave me terrible wind.  The problem was that I had put £12 pounds of seafood in there and felt obligated to eat it.  It was a harrowing four days.  So, I choose to celebrate my triumphs.  This gem is a win that almost makes up for smelling like a rhino for the better part of a week.

  • 3-4 spiralised zucchini
  • 1 TBS coconut oil or fat of your choice
  • 4 slices of bacon
  • A few mushrooms, chopped *optional
  • 2 cloves garlic chopped
  • 2 TBS very finely chopped red onion
  • 2 cups leftover cooked chicken, chopped
  • 2 egg yolks
  • 1 TBS Gochujang *optional  (I make my own and will include a recipe next week.) I think it adds a nice savoury and spicy flavour.
  • 1/2 cup heavy cream
  • 1/2 cup grated parmesan cheese, plus extra for topping.
  • salt and pepper to taste
  1. Melt the coconut oil and fry the bacon until nice and crisp.  Drain the bacon on a paper towel.  Chop, and set aside for later.
  2. Make the carbonara sauce by whisking he egg yolks, cream, and gochujang.  Stir in the parmesan cheese.  Add some salt and pepper.  I don’t know the exact amounts.  Do it your way, baby!
  3. Keep the oil heated and cook the mushrooms down, if using.  Add the garlic and red onion and cook until nicely browned and softened, but not burnt.
  4. Add the chicken, and heat through.
  5. Add the zucchini noodles and cook for a few minutes, until any water released by the noodles is evaporated away, and the noodles are to your liking.
  6. Lower the heat and add the cream sauce.  Cook for a minute or two.  Add half the bacon and give it a nice stir.
  7. Dish out and top with bacon and extra cheese.  Add seasoning as you see fit.
  8. Enjoy.  Win your day.

 

 

 

 

 

Pervy Pate

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Garden works are underway at my home.  It is a messy business, but I can’t complain.  Two  young and handsome Australian men trek through my kitchen at least forty times a day.  It could be worse.

I’m Amishly new to any pornography outside of Judy Blume’s writing,  but the pervy possibilities of tradesmen in one’s home is a no-brainer.  Yet, rather than asking the tall, dark-haired one up to my bedroom to fix a perfectly intact closet shelf;  I realised all I wanted to do was make chicken liver pate on the hottest day of the year.

The blond, chatty one with the meaty legs, asked how I could stand be in front of the stove on such a warm day.   All I could say was, “I’m trying to incorporate more organ meats into my diet,”  It was the honest to goodness truth.

I can’t decide if my disinterest is wisdom and maturity, or culinary obsessiveness manifesting itself in sexual disfunction.  Either way, it is a win for any of you who like chicken liver pate.  This recipe is a delicious keeper.

Chicken Liver Pate

It is half-gone in this photo because I’m feral and eat spoonfuls of organ meat as a snack.

 

 

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  • 200 g/scant 1/2 lb chicken livers
  • 1 shallot finely chopped
  • 1 garlic clove finely chopped
  • 1 bay leaf
  • 1/4 tsp salt, and more to taste
  • 1/2 cup water or broth
  • 1/8 tsp allspice or nutmeg
  • 6 TBS soft butter
  • Pepper
  1. Rinse and dry the chicken livers
  2. Remove any connective tissue.  Gag.
  3. In a frying pan, combine the chicken livers, shallot, garlic, bay leaf and salt. Add the water and bring to a simmer.
  4. Cover and reduce the heat.  Allow to cook for 5-7 minutes.  Remove from heat and keep covered for 5 minutes.
  5. Drain and remove the bay leaf.
  6. Process the mixture in a food processor, and add the butter a tablespoon at a time, until completely smooth.
  7. Taste and adjust the seasonings.
  8. Spoon into a shallow bowl, or individual ramekins.
  9. Smooth and cover.
  10. Refrigerate for a few hours, and then enjoy.

I know this isn’t for everyone, but as a kid who grew up on liverwurst and mustard sandwiches…this is divine.  And, after the first time you make it, you can add seasonings as you like.  Next time I’ll simmer a little apple in for some sweetness.

*I hope this video can be seen, but if not, it’s Boyz II Men’s “I’ll Make Love To You.”  It makes me wish someone would hand-write Boyz II Men lyrics on parchment paper and leave them in a creepily voyeuristic and inaccessible part of my garden.

 

 

 

 

 

CHINA (cantonese pork custard)

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I’ve always wanted to visit China.  I mean, after seeing Japan and Korea first…but, an opportunity came and I jumped.  Man, what a cool country.

Outside of censorship, pollution, and having to relieve myself in the squatting position; China is one of the best places I’ve ever been.  It is modern, efficient, yet still delightfully chaotic, and manages to retain a delicate and ancient beauty at its core.  The people were so kind too.  In the beginning it felt like I was doing everything wrong.   I made several cringeworthy mistakes with chopsticks, and peed on the floor of public restrooms…every single time… but nobody gave me a hard look.  Nobody even laughed.  All that was aimed my way were indulgent smiles and encouragement.  For three weeks I was treated like a giant and beloved toddler.  I’m confident I could have fallen asleep anywhere, and woken covered in a soft blanket with bottle of apple juice by my side.

And the food!  It was great across the board.  The best meals were, of course, ordered by local friends who knew what the hell was going on.  Being unsure about the menu is an easy way to end up with a roasted sparrow, gelatinous goo, and a pile of fish fins.  I thought I’d be able to get past my Western squeamishness and eat insects on sticks and chopped bullfrogs, but I could not.  I’m now well aware of my culinary comfort zones, and have come to the realisation that I’m kind of a pussy.  I did, however, learn that fried shrimp heads are delicious, and that I can nibble on a chicken foot in a setting where I feel safe, secure, and there are no other food options.

Cantonese Pork Custard

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This is really delicious.  And there are no small bones or fins in it…unless you’ve done something awfully wrong.

Pork Mix

  • 1 TBS fat of your choice, I use coconut oil
  • 1/2 lb/250 grams ground pork
  • 1 shallot minced
  • 4-5 shitake mushrooms, chopped
  • 4-5 asparagus spears thinly sliced
  • 4 tsp coconut aminos
  • 2tsp fish sauce
  • ground black pepper
  1. Cook the ground pork and shallot until cooked through and slightly browned.
  2. Add the mushroom and asparagus and cook for a minute or two.
  3. Mix the coconut aminos, fish sauce, and black pepper into the pork mixture and place  in a shallow bowl.

Custard

  • three eggs
  • 3/4 cup water
  • 1 tsp fish sauce
  1. Mix all the ingredients together, and pour over the pork mixture.

Steaming Directions

  1. Get a large pot with an inch or two of water on the bottom.
  2. Set to a light boil
  3. Place a steamer rack in the pot, and make sure the water comes below the level of the steamer rack.
  4. Gently place the pork and egg mixture on the steamer rack, and set an inverted plate over the custard bowl so that it is completely covered.
  5. Put a lid on the pot.
  6. Steam for 20-25 minutes, until the custard is just set.
  7. I like to eat the custard at room temperature, or cold.  Slice some spring onions on the top, and add some extra coconut aminos, and a splash of toasted sesame oil.

This makes a great breakfast.

*I know a woman who carved “WHAM” into her arm and tried to ink it.  She couldn’t decide if she liked George or Andrew better.  She chose not be be identified, but I felt you needed to know about this hero.

Raspberry Parfait

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I’m not a music expert.  I don’t follow obscure up-and-coming bands.  By the time I realise I like something, the lead singer has usually died from auto-erotic asphyxiation, or has had to move back in with her parents.  I like good stuff, and I also love some absolute crap.  But even I have always known that Prince is the cat’s pajamas.  There’s no two ways about it.

I was introduced to Prince in the summer of 1984.  Dig if you will the picture of an eight year old obsessed with the unnerving possibility of nuclear war and making her Barbies perform lewd sex acts on one another.  Prince could not have come into my life at a riper, more crucial time.

He emerged in the form of “Purple Rain.”  My mother, in a fit of uncharacteristic permissiveness, told my brother he could listen to the album, so long as he kept the volume down on the song about the girl masturbating.  This was a surprising move  coming from a woman who’s entire sex-ed repertoire comprised of telling her children it was possible to get pregnant through jeans.  Alas, Prince simply had that power over people.

It’s difficult to put into words how that album made me feel.  To this day, I cannot listen to “When Doves Cry,” “The Beautiful Ones,”  or “Purple Rain” without breaking down inside.  These songs awakened me to the concept of romantic love.  Prince’s music was a complete picture of what’s learned down the bumpy road of first loves,  true loves,  really true loves…and what happens when they go away.  Thirty years later, I can tell you he was spot on.

Goodbye Prince.  You were too freaky and cool for this world.

Raspberry Parfait

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  • 1 cup coconut milk
  • 1 cup raspberries
  • 1/2 tsp vanilla
  • 1 small and ripe banana
  • pinch of salt
  • 2 TBS chia seeds
  • the belief that everything will be okay in the end
  1. Blend the raspberries, banaba, vanilla, salt, and coconut milk in a high speed blender until smooth.
  2. Add in the chia seeds and pulse until incorporated.
  3. Divide into a small servings and set in the fridge overnight.
  4. Top with macadamia nut butter.  It is delicious.
  5. I like getting lots of raspberry and chia seeds stuck in my teeth.

*this video is so bad, it becomes perfect.  I want to have a party and hire this band to play Prince covers all night long.

 

 

This is about cauliflower. Sorry. (cauliflower rice)

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Please allow me to apologise to the person who reads this blog.  I went to China for a few weeks naively believing I would be able to post at will.  While I was able to watch all the frustratingly choppy porn I desired, the Communist party of China kept the world safe from another cauliflower recipe crafted by an annoying white woman.

In the past I’ve disparaged cauliflower rice as unappetising mouthfuls of fart, but I found a delicious recipe that has changed my world.  Or, I’ve unknowingly hit rock bottom and can’t even recognise when I’ve spent an hour preparing something that tastes like a poop gust.  If you’re adventurous and enjoy cauliflower, try it.  Let me know if it is pleasant, or if I’ve reached Gwyneth Paltrow levels of denial.

Cauliflower Fried “Rice”

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This is a two part process, but it makes a big batch.  My brother felt it was too pea heavy and picked them out, so use your discretion.

*Just so you know, I made him eat all the peas he pushed aside once they got really cold.

Baked Cauliflower Rice

  • 1 head cauliflower, chopped and pulsed into rice sized pieces
  • 1 TBS cooking oil of your choice, I use coconut oil
  • 1/4-1/2 tsp salt
  • 1/4 tsp white pepper
  • 1/4 tsp fish sauce
  1. Preheat your oven to 425f/210c.
  2. Mix the cauliflower, oil, salt, pepper, and fish sauce together.
  3. Spread over a parchment lined baking sheet and bake for 15-20 minutes until lightly browned, mixing halfway through.
  4. If you decide to stop here, you have a nice, base “rice”recipe.  If you’re a thrill seeker, keep going.

Fried “Rice”

sauce

  • 1 1/2 TBS Tamari
  • 1 tsp fish sauce
  • 1/2 tsp mirin
  • 1/4 tsp white pepper
  1. Combine sauce ingredients and set aside.

the rest

  • 2 TBS coconut oil
  • 3 eggs beaten
  • 1/2 small onion finely chopped
  • 2 cloves of garlic minced
  • a few handfuls cooked protein of your choice chopped into bite-sized pieces
  • 2 carrots cut into small cubes
  • 1/2 cup frozen peas, rinsed and drained
  • 1 batch cauliflower rice
  • chorizo, cut into small cubes and pan-fried until crisp and brown
  • sea salt
  • sesame oil (toasted)
  1. Heat half the oil and scramble the eggs.  Set aside.
  2. Add the rest of the oil to the pan until it shimmers.  Fry the onion and and garlic for around 20 seconds.
  3. Add the protein and heat through for a minute or so.
  4. Add the carrots and saute for 2-3 minutes.
  5. Increase the heat and add the  cauliflower, peas, chorizo, and sauce, tossing.  Stir fry for a couple minutes before adding the eggs back in.
  6. Taste and adjust seasonings.

I like to serve this rice with chicken skewers and faux peanut satay sauce.

*Will you pretty please, with sugar on top, watch this video?  It takes nine seconds for it to kick in, but it’s super wonderful.  I was having a moment where I wanted to smear red lipstick all over my face and start a grease fire, and this song saved me from myself.

 

 

 

 

Bon Appetit & Lo Siento