Today we’re definitely putting the redneck in The Fancy Redneck. I mean what’s more country than putting a can of beer up a chicken’s butt, letting it just hang out in the oven for a while, and calling it dinner?
All horrendous visuals aside there is a method to this madness. The beer creates a nice steam inside the chicken that keeps it moist while cooking and gives a subtle eau de beer perfume to the meat. When paired with an ultra spiced compound butter for the baking the result is like a rotisserie chicken that your local grocery store could never.
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I think almost everyone in South Carolina is no stranger to a salmon patty. Typically it’s one of those things that’s associated with that deeeep country and no frills. But what if we jazzed it up and gave it new life?
Enter lemon, dijon, capers, and a parsley lemon sauce. Salmon, whether fresh or canned is one of those ingredients that deserves zip and pep. Finding the brightness of the ingredients under the crispy crust from frying the patties is a match made in heaven. Continue reading “Salmon Patties with Lemon, Dijon, and Capers”
Back in I want to say sometime between 1999-2001 I lived for when my parents would let me stay up late so I could watch the original Japanese Iron Chef. The drama, the chefs being themed on nationality, my dear sweet Chairman Kaga, and that fortune teller judge. What a time to be alive.
Those late (to a six-year-old) nights were pretty much my crash course in getting wild and creative. I remember they made ice cream out of EVERYTHING, namely squid ink, which I didn’t even know was a thing you eat, but now I adore. But this story leads to one place. And that is my first ever love/hero, Masahiko Kobe aka “Iron Chef Italian.” This dude made ravioli with chocolate pasta dough.
My. World. Was. Rocked. I went borderline rabid asking how is that possible, and if my mom would make it for me. She looked like I grew two heads.
Fast forward about 10 years. I’m a junior in high school. My mom, brother and I took a trip to Asheville, North Carolina. We stopped in a fancy chocolate shop. And there it was…a bag of chocolate fettuccine. I immediately flashed back to my Iron Chef days and tried to do everything to get that bag to go home with me, to no avail.
But guess what, mom? I’m an adult now and can make my own damn chocolate pasta! (I’m sorry mom, I love you.)
The biggest challenge was figuring out what sauce to make with it. I thought creamy, I thought mascarpone, and then I thought nah. I decided I wanted something that felt fresh to go with it. So I landed on raspberries and mint for freshness, with a punch of balsamic vinegar for intrigue.
This dish creates a bright, fresh, fun feeling that will have you asking if you’re eating chocolate for dinner, or pasta for dessert. Either way I promise you never had one like this before. Continue reading “Chocolate Pasta with Balsamic and Raspberry Sauce”
Lately my life has been about the hunt for convenience. Between a new job, studying for my second licensing exam for my new job, housework, and making more time for the gym I need grab and go food anywhere I can get it.
That being said one of my biggest weaknesses going about my day is making sure I eat breakfast, let alone a balanced one.
Enter: frittata muffins. It’s so simple it’s genius and stupid at the same time. All you do is cook off some veggies/meat, mix it with eggs and cheese, and then pour into cupcake tins and bake. I’m kinda kicking myself I didn’t do it sooner.
For my cupcake tin’s maiden voyage I decided to go with turkey sausage and a vaguely French inspired veggie mix and spinach, (see the previously mentioned attempt at being healthier), and some mascarpone and parmesan because we love ourselves.
The result is packed with meatiness and flavor. Plus the fact they’re adorable and not so bad on the waistline is a huge plus! Continue reading “Turkey Sausage and Veggie Frittata Muffins”
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”
Poké, a bowl a la free form sushi, found all over Hawaii, has become my favorite thing to eat lately. I have already created one variant, but let’s be real, finding sushi grade fish can be tricky or downright expensive. Enter my ride or die, imitation crab, or krab if you’re tight like that.
This dish is not only affordable and accessible. It’s also light, flavorful, and perfect if you’re lazy because there’s a seven minute cook time. The only thing you make is the ginger soy dressing. And of course the best part of any salad or poké situation, CUSTOMIZATION. So go nuts with your toppings!
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I’m going to keep it real with y’all. I’ve been all about going healthier lately and finding healthy substitutions for carb and fat heavy dishes. But when it comes to fries I say screw it. My hot take is that there is no perfect fry substitute. Sweet potato fries? Close, but they’re always kind of flacid. Zucchini chips/wedges? I’d eat it, but don’t give it to me and tell me it’s supposed to fill my fry craving. Those breaded cauliflower sticks in the freezer section? Bro, no.
Eating healthy is great and awesome, but sometimes you just need some potatoes and a pot of grease. To up the anty we’re also going to dunk these babies in a spiced beer batter for optimum crunch and flavor. Everything in moderation, right?
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This recipe was born of two realizations: 1. The blog had a gross and negligent amount of both sweet and breakfast items, not to mention sweet breakfast items. 2. My life had a gross and negligent amount of churros in it.
So in other words, creating a recipe that encourages the flavors of churros and Mexican hot chocolate for breakfast, but with all the ease of French toast was my destiny.
For me this recipe 100% works even if you don’t have the biggest sweet tooth because the chocolate drizzle uses dark chocolate and enough spice to balance out the cinnamon sugar the toast is dipped in. This recipe was totally experimental for me, but seeing my boyfriend inhale 3 super-sized slices in one sitting told me everything I needed to know.
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I really struggled on if I wanted to post today, or even post a blog this week. Yesterday my grandma Margaret passed away and it’s left me with a lot of thoughts and emotions. I thought a lot about how delicious her cakes were, and how her macaroni and cheese pie was so phenomenal it set my brother on his own personal quest to make the perfect macaroni.
The more reality set in and I thought about it, the more I felt a need to cook the things she cooked. Maybe it was a way to honor her. Or maybe it was a way to feel close to her again after that privilege was taken from me.
Part of me even thought maybe it would be too hard to create something based in memories that come with a sepia-toned glow when all you’re facing in the present is a stark sense of grief. But as I spent the day making her rum cake recipe and doing my best to figure out how to make her macaroni pie I felt a sense of therapy.
Even though I never got the chance to know her exact macaroni recipe, as soon as I tasted the fruits of my guess work I had that moment in Ratatouille where the food critic immediately is warped to his childhood, and without realizing it, I smiled.
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