A Merry Pakistani Christmas

Granted, no one in my family actually celebrates Christmas (except if they have kiddies; then they're emotionally blackmailed into buying presents and decorating the house!), but nevertheless, we enjoy this time of year. It's an excuse to get together with family and close friends, play silly games, have a lot of laughs, and even more food!

In that spirit, I wanted to share some delightful images from my pakistani Christmas feast this year. DH and I were just the hungry guests at this family gathering. It was all the aunties who contributed some pretty mouthwatering dishes.

Tender Seekh Kababs

Marinated Roast Chicken & Veggies

Goat Curry with Green Peppers

The people who had invited us over for this wonderful dinner embody the true sense of the Christmas spirit. They've always been there for DH and I, since we've been married, sharing in our joys and sorrows. Not only did they open their homes to us, but also their hearts, completely. So no smartass remarks from me today, just humble gratitude for their generosity.

Perspective

When I read this today, I almost threw up. The whole situation is so frustrating that it makes me grind my teeth and clench my fists because I am helpless to improve it somehow. Frankly I think the governments on both sides are the villains. Of course, politicians scheme, but it's the civilians who get killed.

"Dec 27, 2008 - Israeli warplanes retaliating for rocket fire from the Gaza Strip pounded dozens of security compounds across the Hamas-ruled territory in unprecedented waves of airstrikes Saturday, killing more than 200 people and wounding nearly 400 in the single bloodiest day of fighting in years.
Most of those killed were security men, but an unknown number of civilians were also among the dead. Hamas said all of its security installations were hit, threatened to resume suicide attacks, and sent at least 70 rockets and mortar shells crashing into Israeli border communities, according to the Israeli military. One Israeli was killed and at least six people were hurt.
U.S. Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice on Saturday blamed Hamas for breaking a cease-fire with Israel."

Really Condie? In the face of a humanitarian crisis, all you want to do is play the blame game? 200 people dead. 400 wounded. In one day. You think a palestinian mother doesn't mourn the way an israeli mother does? And representing the US, you actually have the gall to say "told you so" to one side while applauding the other?! I don't have enough words for you Ms. Rice.

Just remember, karma is a bitch.

Seeing Red With Kadhai Chicken

Today I was confronted once again by one of my pet peeves. Offenders be warned! I'm building up to a proper mini-rant!

There I was, driving into the parking lot of my local desi grocery store, and about to turn into a premium parking spot ... and right in the MIDDLE of it was an empty shopping cart! The cart return area was maybe ten steps away, but NO! Nope. That's too much of a hike for our lazy-ass shopper. I would say that 80% of the people frequenting that desi store would rather leave their empty shopping carts in the middle of the street, than put it back in the cart return area. If there are a total of, say 50 parking spots, most of those are taken up by empty shopping carts. Sometimes when I come out of the store with my grocery bags in hand, some wonderful person has actually parked their empty shopping cart just behind MY car! Or to the side, so that when the wind blows, the cart runs into my car and puts a neat little scratch on it. To that I have only one thing to say: WHAT THE F---?! Remember that you're NOT the only person shopping at that store, and show some BASIC courtesy! Stop being so SELFISH and LAZY! Unload your groceries from the cart into your car, close the trunk, then turn around, and take the extra FIVE seconds to return the cart to its proper place! TRY IT sometime, would ya?! *grumble grumble*

If this pet peeve gets you in a fiery mood too, then boy do I have a dish for you! No more cussing for the rest of the blog though, I promise.

Guys unabashedly gravitate towards food that's "homey" versus anything "fancy". Things that he can dig into with this bare hands make DH a happy man. Oh, I'm not saying he can't operate a knife + fork, but you can see him squirming for the most part! So where I come from, there's hardly a dish more "homier" than good 'ol Kadhai Chicken. It's fresh-tasting, with all that acid from the tomatoes, plus it has the zing of red + green chillies, black pepper (in my version) and garam masala. No onions. Simple, satisfying, desi soul food. The way our moms used to make it.

Pretty, no?! I want to take my hat off to this humble dish, by doing a lovely photo composition for it. I call it "A study in red".

Kadhai Chicken
Serves 4

Ingredients:
1.5 lbs chicken pieces OR boneless chicken
6-8 plum tomatoes, chopped
2 small green chillies, finely chopped
1 tsp red chilli powder
1/4 tsp turmeric
1/2 tsp garam masala powder
1/8 tsp ground black pepper
1 tsp salt (or more per your taste)
2 garlic cloves, chopped
1 tsp ginger paste
3 tbsp canola/vegetable oil
Handful of chopped, fresh cilantro

Method:
1. Heat the oil on medium-high in a kadhai (desi verson of the wok) or any pot with a lid, then add the chicken pieces, ginger paste, and garlic. Quickly sear the chicken (golden brown on the outside).
2. Add the chopped tomatoes, green chillies, salt, chilli powder, turmeric, garam masala and black pepper. Mix well.
3. Turn the heat down to medium-low, cover the pot, and let the whole thing cook down for about 15-20 mins. Stir occasionally to make sure it doesn't stick. No need to add water.
4. After that, take of the lid, turn the heat to high and bhoono (dry up the liquid partially by stirring often) for 5 mins. Some people prefer this dish to be quite dry, so they bhoono it for much longer.
5. Once the chicken is done, and the gravy is at the level I want it to be, I turn off the stove (remember to check for salt!) and garnish the whole thing with lots of cilantro. Serve hot with parathas.

Every pakistani household has their own version of Kadhai Chicken. Do share yours!

Restaurant Review: DavidBurke & Donatella

DavidBurke & Donatella has been getting mixed reviews recently, so I felt some trepidation when I walked in there for an impromptu lunch with DH. Excitement soon overcame any other feeling though. This is such a beautiful restaurant. We had to walk through two smaller dining spaces before we got to the main large dining room, which was buzzing with happy diners (you can tell). And the service was flawless throughout; right from the smiling young woman who took our coats and umbrellas, to all our waiters and servers. There was no "hovering" around our table, which I can't stand. Service was sincere, and that's the best kind.

Right off the bat, both DH and I were treated to fresh rosemary bread rolls, along with a pink slab of Himalayan salt, topped off with sweet butter. Pretty, no?! It was gooooooood start.

We were also pleasantly surprised by the great fixed price lunch options. A lot of great choices; three courses for only $24.07 per person. That's a DEAL by most standards, especially in the UES people! I ordered the California Scramble for my first course, which was an ostrich egg scrambled with veggies, and topped off with avocado and creme fraiche. Good brunch dish!
DH ordered the Salt n Pepper Calamari, which were the most tender calamari I'd ever had! They melted in my mouth. I soon switched appetizers with DH because I liked his a lot better than mine. DH wants to me state that he thought the calamari were too salty, just for the record.

Moving on to our second courses, I went for the Veal Saltimbocca. This was one fancy restaurant where neither DH nor I could complain about the portion sizes. Quite sizable, to say the least! So much so that I think they should make their appetizers a little smaller, so that people can have more room for the mains. The veal was good, but I didn't enjoy the coating, which I thought was browned too much. The garlicky spinach and smooth potato puree underneath were fabulous though.

DH enjoyed his Angus Burger, though he did not like eating it with a fork & knife! And frankly, neither of us is a fan of shoestring fries. We like 'em thicker, with more of a bite and chew to them.

Finally, we got to MY favorite part of any meal - desserts! And I must commend the pastry chef at DD&D for putting smiles on both our faces. My Butterscotch Pudding was smooth and caramel-ly, and I loved the addition of crunchy cocoa nibs on top ... I wanted more of those!

DH didn't think he would enjoy his Coconut Layer Cake, but shovelled it down with a big, happy grin on his face. I managed to sneak in a few bites and thought it was reeeeeeeeeeeally lovely, fresh and satisfying.

Overall, we had a really good meal, at an amazing price, in an elegant, friendly atmosphere. It felt truly special. So if anyone is in two minds about going to this restaurant, I would say GO. Take advantage of their wonderful lunch options. You won't regret it.

Through The Looking Glass

I knew what I was in for when I stepped through those doors. Oh ... I ... KNEW. But DH didn't. So it was partially amusing to see his eyes bug out and his lips purse in that expression of frustration and semi-disbelief that was prevalent in that place. Y'see, this day we were forced to visit the hell-hole that is the Pakistan Consulate in Manhattan.

It seemed only appropriate that it was cold and raining the entire time we were there, making everything just that much more difficult and depressing. A simple procedure that should've taken only about 15 mins or so, ended up taking an hour and a half, and gave poor DH a LOT of grief!

The building is quite fancy on the outside, and is in a posh locale on the Upper East Side (UES) if Manhattan. But you enter and your entire being recoils in disbelief because it looks like you're back in some shitty government office in Pakistan, but your brain rebels, telling you "this can't be!". There is a little room on the side where all passport/visa/ID card supplicants (not applicants, because we are at their mercy) are herded together. There are signs on the door that say "take a ticket and come to the counter when you are called". However, the ticket dispensing machine is empty, and looks like it's been that way for ages. There's a photo booth for passport photos that doesn't work. And two photocopy machines; one that doesn't work and another that you have to pay 25 cents per copy for. Plus, the people in line are constantly scheming about how they can cut out the person in front of them so that they can get ahead faster.

Should you be so lucky as to actually know someone at the consulate, well then all you have to do is yell "Suniye, Mr. So-and-So hain? Jee main unka so-and-so hoon" ... and lo and behold! It's like the doors to heaven open up for you, and your application is taken care of tout de suite (at once)! And it shames me to say this, but some pakistani women take unfair advantage of their sex and try to ignore the line completely. Usually if the poor sap is a man, he'd let her get away with it too. Shame on you both!

I had the pleasure of encountering once such auntie at the Consulate myself this time. There we were, DH and I, already frustrated enough. We finally get to the front of the line, and are waiting for the guy behind the counter to acknowledge us, when Mrs. Auntie-in-a-hurry appears at our side and shoves her application in front of ours! First I give her "the look", which she completely ignores. Then with DH's encouragement I do speak up and say "Excuse me, but we were here first", to which she replies "oh, I was here earlier, but I had to go get blahblahblah, and now I'm back" ... to which I could only laugh and tell her "we had the same thing, but we stood in line like the rest of the people here, so you should too". All I got in response was this look of fake innocence and the words "Oh I didn't know we had to stand in line again!". I ask you my friends, do you think this auntie would've done tried this same tactic if she were anywhere else other than the Pakistan Consulate?

We are guilty of forgetting, I think. She may have been guilty of forgetting her manners the minute she walked in to a pakistani environment, but perhaps I too am guilty. Guilty of expecting our people to behave as they would anywhere else in the US - with respect for rules and your fellow man/woman!

My other beef is this: who doesn't accept credit card payments these days?! I thought that was a rhetorical question, but apparently the Pakistan Consulate still works on something called "money orders". Not accepting cash is somewhat understandable (ahem ahem), but what's the harm with accepting good 'ol credit?! So when DH asks, "where can I get a money order now", they point you to some place "down the stairs". Let me tell you something: these steep, slippery and narrow stairs were outside the main doors, taking you below pavement level to this dank, cramped corridor where a bored desi auntie sits by herself, chewing on paan. Uh, that's the lady who's going to get me my money order?! Look, as far as the work goes, our good people at the Consulate do it fine. They do it fairly quickly, and they MAY even help a brother/sister out should they be in a good mood. BUT, there's something to say for presentation too y'know! If someone out there knows the Consul General who sits in that office, can you please tell him to spruce up the place? And make the people working there look a tad (ok a LOT) more presentable? And more organized while you're at it? No more taking our applications and shoving them into an unseen drawer, yes?! Dude ... come ON .. this is your JOB!

Ok. That felt good. Getting that off my chest. If you have had any such "pleasant" experiences at the Pakistan Consulate (or the Indian Consulate for that matter, I hear it's no different!), do share your pain. As my favorite TV psychologist, Fraser Crane, used to say "I'm listening".

And for those of you who have avoided ever visiting either the Pakistan or Indian Consulate, what're you waiting for? It's an adventure! Go now! What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger!

To make myself feel better, I walked around the neighborhood afterwards, gawking at all the wonderful designer goodies. Drooled over some Valentino and Jimmy Choo, roamed around Hermes to see if there was anything there that I actually could afford (alas, no), and felt much better looking at the cheerful window art at Barney's. Apparently it's the 50th anniversary of the peace sign, and Barney's is going all out on their hippie, peace & love theme. Fun.

I was definitely able to salvage the day by window shopping and having lunch at a wonderful spot in the UES, which I promise to review in detail in my next post.

TFF - Sexy Chocolate Banana Bread

Chef Tyler Florence, from the Food Network, makes some pretty appetizing-looking food. I believe in giving people a fair chance, so decided to try out a recipe or two from his cookbook "Tyler's Ultimate". Let start off easy. Nothing easier than banana bread. But I hadn't made it with chocolate before ... why Tyler, you naughty thing! You've got me right where you want me!

This also happens to be my first submission to Tyler Florence Fridays! I'm very excited to be participating in this group - mmmmmmm, I see a lot of yummy deliciousness coming my way in the near future!

Chocolate Banana Bread (adapted from "Tyler's Ultimate: Brilliant Simple Food to Make Any Time")

Ingredients:
2 cups all purpose flour
3/4 cup sugar
1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa
1-1/2 teaspoons baking powder
3/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup butter, softened
4 oz. bittersweet chocolate, melted
2 eggs
1-1/3 cups mashed very ripe bananas (about 3 bananas)
1 teaspoon vanilla extract

Heat oven to 350. Butter 9×5 inch loaf pan. Whisk flour, sugar, cocoa, baking powder, and salt in large bowl. Beat butter in large bowl on medium speed until lightened. Beat in chocolate, eggs, bananas, and vanilla at low speed. Stir in flour mixture just until combined. Resulting in a fluffy, chocolatey goo.

Pour into pan. Bake 45 minutes or until toothpick inserted in center comes out almost clean. Not completely clean, mind you, because that just means your bread is too dry!

Cool on wire rack 15 minutes. Remove from pan; cool completely.

Oh lord. Help me. That smell of freshly baked chocolate and banana bread that perfumes the whole house is giving me goosebumps! There it is folks. The finished loaf. Look at the chocolatey earth peeping through those cracks. Makes me wish for a world where the soil was made of chocolate!

Seeeeee the little nuggets of chocolate and bananas?

Ladies & gents, this bread is a winner. Denser than a cake, but lighter than a brownie, and moist. So moist. Makes me want to be a better person ... so in that spirit, I am off to share a few slices with my friendly neighbor. She has NO idea how lucky she is.

Oh Ozzy, my love ... if only chocolate wasn't a complete no-no for cats, I'd have given you a piece.

One just for the ladies

This time of year is all about sweater dresses. Pair it with some shimmery tights, boots, layer on some knockout accessories and you're ready to party all night long without freezing your ass off! But it's not easy to carry off this look, thanks to the nature of the material sticking to ALL your curves (especially those unwanted ones). So here's my Fashion Tip Of The Week:

Get sweater dresses that either cinch you just below your bust, or at the waist, then the rest (and this is key) floats away from the body. This will camouflage the tummy, hips & thighs, giving everyone the illusion of a sleeker and sexier you!

Check out the above sweater dresses that I'm oggling at the moment:
(Top) Banana Republic's Wool Knit Dress - on sale for $99.99
(Bottom) Victoria's Secret Stretch Cotton Rib Turtleneck Sweaterdress - on sale for $39.00

Corn Curry in a hurry

Mmmmmmmmm ... this is going to be a great day, I can feel it. Right now I have a sultry and delicious plate of Khichdi (lentil rice) and Makai ki Kadi (Corn Curry) beckoning me. If you've never had this combination, I urge you to try it out. I've only made khichdi a handful of times in my life, so to make sure I was doing it right, I called my mom to run it by her. Once she gave me the recipe, she proceeded to tell me what else I needed to make with it. "You must have it with qeema (minced meat curry), tamatar ki chutney (tomato salsa) and papad (fried rice puffs)" ... "Really Mom? I must have it this way? What'll happen if I don't?!" ... "But this is the best way!" ... "But that's not what I feel like having!" ... and so on. Now listen here, I get it. I do. I understand where my mom is coming from. There's years of hyderabadi tradition and personal taste behind her recommendations. But my tastebuds were screaming for "creamy & green chilli spicy" not "khatta (sour) & red chilli spicy". I think I'm allowed to break tradition in the solitude of my own home, doncha think?!

So if your tastebuds are wanting what mine were wanting today, here is the recipe for you. I used a rice cooker for this, but you could cook it the way you regularly cook rice on the stove. I am pretty grateful to my mom for buying the rice cooker for me - it's a fantastic piece of equipment!

Khichdi

Serves 3-4

Ingredients:

2 cups rice

1/2 cup masoor daal (red lentils)

1 small onion, thinly sliced

1 garlic clove, finely chopped

1/4 tsp ginger paste

1 bari elaichi (large cardamom)

2 cloves

1 tsp salt

1/2 tsp turmeric

Pinch of shazeera (black cumin seeds)

1/4 - 1/3 cup oil

5 1/2 cups water

Method:

1. Wash the rice and lentils 2-3 times and keep them aside to soak.
2. In the meantime, warm up the oil on medium, then put in the cardamom, black cumin, cloves and onion. I use the inner container of the rice cooker for this - it works fine on the stove.

3. Once the onion is golden brown, add the turmeric, garlic and ginger. Saute for a minute.

4. Then add the rice + lentil mixture, followed by salt. Stir it about till all the rice grains are coated with the oil.

5. Cover the whole thing with the 4 cups of water, and put it inside the rice cooker.

6. Push the "cook" button on the rice cooker and walk away! Rice will be ready when the light on the cooker changes from red to green (or however your rice cooker works).

Makai ki Kadi (Corn Curry) - I adapted this recipe from Suvir Saran's book "Indian Home Cooking". It is a wonderful cookbook with simple yet scrumptious recipes. Thank you Suvir - you're a great chef and fabulous guy! For more on Suvir, check out his blog http://suvirsaran.typepad.com/.

Serves 4

Grind to a paste (this is the major "YUM" factor) the following 6 items and keep aside:

2-3 small green chillies

1/4 cup cilantro

8-10 fresh kadi patha (curry leaves)

1/2 tsp ginger paste

1/2 tsp cumin seeds

1-2 tbsp water

1/2 cup heavy pouring cream

1.5 cups milk

3 tbsp oil

1 tsp cumin seeds

1 tsp black mustard seeds

2 whole dried red chillies

1/4 tsp turmeric

8 fresh kadi patha (curry leaves)

1 tbsp all-purpose flour

1 tsp salt

3-4 cups frozen corn

Method:

1. Combine oil with the seeds and red chillies over medium-high heat, till the seeds brown.

2. Drop in the curry leaves (watch out for the oil sputtering!), then quickly add the green paste you had ground up earlier, plus the turmeric. Cook for a minute on medium heat.

3. Add the flour and stir this around for a minute.

4. Gradually add the milk-cream mixture, a tbsp at a time initially, and make sure it all combines well with the flour mixture.

5. Once the liquid is completely combined, add the salt and frozen corn, and bring it to a boil.

6. Reduce the heat and simmer for 10 mins till corn is tender, and the whole thing is thick and creamy. Check for salt. Done!

Then sit down with a piled up plate of this and watch re-runs of the divine Anthony Bourdain on "No Reservations", while day-dreaming of having your next vacation be anything like his travels! Oh Tony, why do you tease me so? You have eager and ready guides to show you around the late night foodie haunts of Hong Kong, or the busy food bazaars of Morocco. I'll probably just have my hotel-given map, and a print-out from Trip Advisor! But Tony, I do have something you don't ... I have this soul-satisfying meal that I'm digging into right now. Isn't the color enough to just put you in a brighter mood? Even if it is -12 degrees celcius outside. You heard me. You'll have to excuse me, but I can't focus on freezing temps when I have a steaming plate of yellow cheer in front of me.

Mom, you listening? *evil snicker*

Stuff your face with Stuffed French Toast

I look forward to weekends, even now that I don't have to work. We're trying to be responsible adults, DH and I, so we're limiting ourselves to restaurant food only on the weekend - and that too, maybe one or two times. The world is going through a major economic crisis people, and I for one am just too aware of it, aka a wee bit paranoid!

Still ... this girl has enough willpower to turn down a trip to the mall, BUT she can't pass up on pancakes ... especially the ones at IHOP! That was where we had brunch a few days ago. You tell me if this image doesn't make you smile, huh?! Little pillows of doughy goodness, smothered with just the right amount of syrup and butter - savory AND sweet. Fork it, chew it, swallow it, and repeat till you end up licking the plate ...Ok that's a lie. Does anyone ever finish their food at IHOP?! Oh it's goooooooooooood ... but it's too much. For short pakistani chicks like me anyway.

The problem with IHOP is that the main course is always so filling that you never have room for that famous Stuffed French Toast on their menu! Yes I hear you - "start with the French Toast, dummy" you say ... but it never works out that way. You get in the door, and all you crave is eggs, hash browns, and pancakes! The next morning I rose to the challenge. I made my own Stuffed French Toast. It's pretty easy and uses all the usual french toast ingredients .. BUT we're going to stuff it with (are you ready?) Nutella and fresh berries! Oh mama.

Nutella, for those of you who haven't tried it (go yell at your friends, they've been keeping it from you) is a delectable hazelnutty-chocalatey spread that you can find at any grocery store these days. Right next to the peanut butter.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. Plump, juicy blackberries. I want to nuzzle them.

Stuffed French Toast To Make You Swoon

Serves 2

Ingredients:

4 slices of sturdy bread (too soft and it'll fall apart in the pan)

2 large eggs

1/3 cup milk (or a bit less)

1/4 cup sugar

Sprinkling of cinnamon (optional)

Mix of fresh blackberries and raspberries (I'm still seeing them in my grocery store, despite the frigid temps outside), or use the frozen ones, thawed

Nutella

2 tbsp Butter

Whipped cream / Confectioners' sugar for garnish

Method:

1. Mix well the eggs, milk, sugar and cinnamon.

2. Take one slice of bread and spread the Nutella on one side of it. Be generous.

3. Sprinkle the berries over the Nutella-covered side, but don't over-crowd. Cut the blackberries in half if they look as ginormous as mine.

4. Cover this slice with the other plain slice of bread and press down lightly, smooshing the edges together.

5. Warm up your frying pan with 1 tbsp of butter on medium heat.

6. While butter is melting, put the nutella-berry sandwich (it hasn't become a french toast yet!) in the egg mixture, turning it several times to make sure it is all covered.

7. Place the egg-ified sandwich in the pan once the butter is completely melted and bubbling.

8. Flip it over after a minute and brown the other side.

9. Take it out of the pan and repeat the process with the remaining two slices of bread.

10. Once both french toasts are done, sprinkly them with confectioners' sugar or top them off with whipped cream. And serve immediately!

I loved this Stuffed French Toast people. No syrup needed. Just hack into it with a fork.

I'm a whipped cream person. My hubby is not. He just doesn't get it. Pfffft. Men. The Verdict: That toast may be stuffed, but you'll DEFINITELY be stuffed after eating it. But it's all worth it, trust me. I will not lie to you my friends. Nutella is king, and those berries worship at its feet. Top that off with eggy, caramelized bread and you have yourself a romantic breakfast-for-two to get you in the "mooooooood". That whipped cream has multiple uses. Oh yeah.

Baby steps

You know that feeling in the pit of your stomach when you're sitting in an airplane that's making it's last mad dash on the runway just before takeoff? When the engines are on full blast, and the whole damn contraption is rattling like a roller coaster? That's the feeling I'm having right now. A rush of nervous excitement, with a sprinkling of dread. I can't believe I'm actually doing this! Well, this plane has officially taken off, and I'm strapped in for the long haul, for better or worse.

Today is officially my first day creating my own little space here in the blogosphere. And I'm grinning like a monkey!

*Deep breath out* ... why am I doing this? Putting out another food blog into a blogosphere already full to the brim with them? Because it feels right. Believe in kismet anyone? I do.

Coming from a family where get-togethers were just an excuse for all of us to gather around and admire the food, dig into it with gusto, shower praises on the cook, lick our fingers and sit around discussing the world's problems around the dinner table for hours ... this blog was just a matter of time!

Looking forward to the next great meal, whether from my own hands or someone else's, has become my subconscious quest. It's always there at the back of my mind. It could hit me in the middle of a conversation, or as I'm walking down the street, or typing furiously on the computer ... "what's for lunch/dinner?". My mind will rapidly scan images of the contents of my fridge. If the verdict is something satisfactory then I'll quickly resume my current activity without barely a pause. But oh ... if the mental images leave my stomach yearning for something else ... well then. THEN I have to start my search immediately for that elusive "something else". Because, let's face it folks, you are reading my blog because we believe in a universal truth ... that there aren't many things more disappointing than a bad meal.

"Say it again, sista!" you say! I hear you folks ... and I'm here FOR you.

So there's going to be recipes and general food porn for all. There will be discussions about books, fashion and maybe politics ... with a nod to the two men in my life that consume all the love in my heart, my darlin' hubby (henceforth known as DH) and my little munchkin Ozzy (cat, but oh so much more). I'll be talking about anything that I'm feeling particularly strongly about, so watch out for the occasional cussing! I can only hope that you'll walk a few steps with me on my culinary journey. You could dance a little jig when I experiment successfully with a new recipe, or give me your shoulder to cry on when I fumble ... and I will. But mostly I just hope that you'll try my recipes for yourself and your loved ones, and add them to your own "foolproof success" recipe file!

You know that feeling as the airplane you're sitting in is 30 secs from landing, and you can see your destination rushing up to meet you, followed immediately by the final touchdown? That sense of relief .. of "I'm here! I made it!"? That's how I feel right now, as I'm finishing off my first blog post. I'm home!