During most of my day to day life I like super simple, clean cooking. But I have a special tradition I like to call “fuck it Friday.” It’s a similar concept to a cheat day, but without the gross guilty connotation, and it allows me to set it on a schedule.
One of my big go tos for this moment is some kind of alfredo pasta. But what happens when I feel the need to be sneaky during the week, or on the other hand slide a vegetable into my Fridays? The answer is simple, why not both? Enter alfredo mashed cauliflower.
It’s super rich and decadent. But making cauliflower the base at least lets me pretend I’m being somewhat healthful. I’m a huge believer in the magic of cauliflower, and if you weren’t before then there’s nothing a little parmesan won’t solve.
Truth be told I’m not the best about eating breakfast. I’m really bad about opting to sleep every available second during the work week and end up running out the door in a rush. As sad as it is to say, a good breakfast has become a bit of a weekend indulgence for me.
For my latest indulgence I wanted to go full country and make a broke and southern staple, fried bologna. It’s a similar concept to fried ham steak or bacon in that it’s crispy, salty, meaty goodness, just a little more humble. Like any good breakfast sando we have plenty of melty cheese and an overeasy egg on top. And then because I can’t help myself and love a good condiment; we have maple-mustard mayo to cut through the richness and add a little kiss of sweetness, like any good morning should have.
Sometimes life provides you with serendipity. On my blog’s Instagram page I posted a poll asking if my next post should be something healthy or naughty. Turns out about 70% of people wanted to see something decadent. Right after I posted this it was time to start planning what to make for the Fourth of July. And maybe it’s obvious, but a kickass burger felt like the only way to go.
To me Juicy Lucy’s are a special burger because it’s like the savory version of a Hostess cupcake and its hunt for the cream filling. But instead of chocolate and cream we have meat and cheese, and I’m not the slightest bit mad at that. Topped off with homemade pickles and a honey dijonnaise we have the perfect bite of meaty, cheesy, creamy, crunchy, and tangy. For a burger that creates a full on sensory experience look no further. Continue reading “Juicy Lucy”→
You ever look at something and think, “why can’t you be pizza?” That’s essentially what happened with this dish. I wanted to take a classic French-inspired cheese course and make it a little more fun and approachable.
I topped the pizza crust off with caramelized shallots and thyme, mozzarella, boursin, brie, chèvre, and a rosemary red wine reduction. The end result was creamy, tangy, fun enough to go back for more, and fancy enough to make you feel like wearing a monocle. This would make a killer appetizer for a dinner or cocktail party. Continue reading “Cheese Course Pizza”→
Normally when people think about Italian food the first thing they think about is pasta. Honestly I can’t blame them; pasta is versatile and delicious in all its forms. Something not thought about as much in a world of Olive Gardens and Pinterest dinners, however, is risotto. Much like pasta risotto typically delivers cheesy, carby goodness, with a wide variety of flavor combinations, but in the form of lovingly sauteed rice instead of noodles.
This year for Thanksgiving my boyfriend went over to his parents’ house. Instead of the usual turkey there was a giant and too delicious for words ham. Normally I am not a big ham eater. I can’t put my finger on why, it just never really appealed to me. But this ham, oh man this ham. It was so juicy and sweet and I could not get enough.
I am about to share something very sacred with all of you. Do you recall your first food memory? Maybe something a parent, guardian, day care professional, or nanny made for you? That one special food that always just makes you feel warm, tingly, and loved? This is my version of that. Ever since I was three or four years old I remember my mom making her famous chicken parmesan.
I think the best place to start talking about this dish is to describe the glory that is chicken cordon bleu. Imagine a hot ham and cheese sandwich. Got that image in your head? Good, now take away the bread and replace it with chicken. So this dish is already sounding insanely decadent and delicious.
As you probably already know my blog’s tagline is “where South Carolina meets the south of France.” I always felt like that was an accurate description of my food, soul food combined with rustic French and sometimes Italian cuisine. But what I am about to show you is all South Carolina. One of the most beloved dishes in the American regional south is casserole. Casseroles are great because the only rules to them is that they have to be goopy in the best kind of way, taste delicious, and make you feel warm and loved when you eat them. Outside of those three criteria you can do whatever you want and put whatever you want in your casserole.
I have said it once on this blog already and I will keep saying it until the day I die, I love pasta. I am addicted to it, I can just never get enough. One of the perks of pasta is that it makes for a ridiculously easy week night meal. All you have to do is boil some stuff for what, about 10 minutes, and then make a sauce. Child’s play.