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99 cans of chickpeas on the wall…

For the most part – they’ve been there a year. Back last October when I was preparing for the “Party with a Pretty Dress”, in the middle of packing the truck for the 5 hour drive, I rationally  ran to the market and picked up 15 cans of discount chickpeas. Thinking, that on top of all the other things I was making for the wedding, I’d whip up a gallon of fresh hummus as well… since I obviously didn’t have enough to do. I tend to over-plan. I tend to bite off more than I can chew. I tend to take the short bus to Crazytown at times. When I get like that people really ought to handcuff me to a steam table and spoon feed me ritalin until I succumb into a coma. Somewhere in the wee hours the day before the event, I came to my senses and bought readi-made hummus. But that left me with a boatload of chickpeas, and since it’s almost their birthday…. Chickpea Stew –  Riding the trolley several years ago …

The Sandwich Diaries – ” Stella!!! …”

Sheesh!, What a wuss… and all I keep thinking is, isn’t he wearing just a tad too much jewelry? I can say that because I’ve never really felt about anyone or anything that strongly. Oh don’t get me wrong, I’ve been in the “I’ll do whatever it takes, fight anyone I have to, break any law to keep you” relationship before, but when push came to shove – “off you go and thanks for playing our game” … eh, it’s just way more work than I want to invest in. You’re wondering what all this has to do with today’s recipe.. aren’t ya.. here’s a clue… I inherited a several bottles of Stella Artois after the beach wedding. I’m not a huge beer drinker, so they’ve just sort of languished off by themselves in the pantry for the past couple of months waiting on a baked bean recipe to materialize. I never really got in the mood for beans. But, I did get the hankering for some slow cooked pulled pork sammiches. So I dusted off …

An Overnight Sensation

Some of you may know I have a sister… … this is her. (tiny, isn’t she) Since we were kids, Melinda has always been my closest confidant… my biggest critic.. and my sounding board. She is my favorite person in the world. So, when I got the box of ingredients for the recent food challenge, my first instinct was to call Melinda and pick her brain for ideas. (You see… even though she isn’t in the food field, she is just as talented as me… if not more. And Nobody loves food more than her.) One of the things she suggested was overnight oatmeal. My color palled. I don’t do oatmeal… it’s a textural thing. She went on to explain that it was  slow cooked oats with dried fruit.. (I still wasn’t warming to the idea.) I suggested that she send me the recipe and I would take a look at it. She did, I made it..and you know….. it’s pretty damned tasty! So in honor of my sister, I am including her email to …

Making Do with Back Ribs

Picking up the cryo-pack of beef ribs, I really didn’t look at it that closely. $10 for an 18″ double layer package of Short Ribs was a good deal…no.. a  great deal. I quickly stuffed it under the bundle of asparagus and the bag of fresh greens, and quickly made my way out of the meat counter – lest someone realize they’ve made a pricing error and the meat police come to snatch them back out of my hands. Even after I got home, my sight was blinded with thoughts of slow braising the delicious short ribs (al la Alton Brown), the fat and connective tissue literally dissolving into the muscle, creating  oh so tender morsels of meaty goodness. Oh, the stews we’d have…. the stories we’d tell……. If only I’d been a little less dazzled, a smidge less greedy. Opening the package yesterday to begin the day-long slow roast and expecting to find this: Short Ribs Instead – there is this: Beef Back Ribs Back Ribs…. the anemic, half brother of the short rib. …