I think we can all be in agreement that Nutella is incredibly dangerous, right? It’s the world’s naughtiest condiment/dessert item. And those commercials, the ones where the mom feeds her children Nutella on wheat toast and talks about what a great breakfast it is? She’s lying. Because you aren’t eating just one slice of wheat toast slathered with Nutella. You are eating three. You can’t control yourself… not in the face of something as delicious and lovely as Nutella.
I was in the mood for s’mores the other day and came up with this pretty ingenious idea. Life doesn’t get much better than a s’more made with Nutella. They are, for sure, one of the messiest foods on the planet. Right up there with lollipops and salt water taffy. It’s ok. I sat, fat and happy and covered in Nutella, and enjoyed a giant glass of milk along with my s’more.
You should too. And quick, before the summer is over and it will no longer be acceptable to eat s’mores.
Lately, I’ve been a bit restless. Unfulfilled. Listless. Sort of like Lucy Ricardo pre-Vitamitavegamin debacle. I’ve been working in media research for, gosh, maybe more than 3 years now. And while a job is a job and I’m happy to have one, it is nowhere near where I thought I’d be. I’m trained to love the written word. Pen and paper are my weapons. I live to pick apart paragraphs, searching for inconsistencies and errors. And these skills, they are going to waste.
In my small cubicle, I bide my time doing tasks that feel meaningless and tedious. Tasks that feel beneath my skill level. Sure, I’ve developed some new talents. But it’s not enough for me. Where’s the next adventure? The next challenge? The next time I’ll have to actually use my brain instead of mechanically going through the motions of day to day tasks?
In the meantime, while searching for my next big thing that may never happen, I can comfort myself with food. I know, it’s never really a good thing to find solace in food. But hey, a girl’s gotta live once in a while, right? Comfort foods are just that: comforting. they are meant to warm you, fulfill you, satisfy you. This dish does just that.
The spiciness of the chorizo mixed with the warmth of the gravy makes for a great combination. The chorizo also lends a bright, nuclear-orange, Velveeta color to the gravy. Slather this on top of some homemade buttermilk biscuits and I am there. Nothing can comfort you the way biscuits and gravy can. It’s the breakfast of champions, to be eaten not only at breakfast but also at lunch and dinner. Comfort your soul and pile a heap of this on to your plate.
Recipe for buttermilk biscuits can be found here. Chorizo gravy recipe from the Homesick Texan.
Today while driving home, the Newsies soundtrack came on my satellite radio. I will be completely honest, I belted out the entire thing. I probably looked like a fool. I’m certain I looked like a fool. Not that I cared. I was listening to the melodious voice of one Mr. Christian Bale.
Hottest man on the planet. Yes, folks. I have a serious love for him. Since I saw Newsies when I was 8. Even during his weird American Psycho days. I stood by him when he won the supporting Oscar for The Fighter. I think the Batman suit fits him to a T. And his cockney, curse-laden rant is even acceptable in my book.
Because really, everyone needs some Christian Bale in their lives.
And everyone also needs this sandwich. Crispy, fried green tomatoes. Sweet and tangy basil mayo. Crunchy bacon. All the makings of the world’s greatest sandwich. You really can’t do without this one. Promise.
Well, I hope everyone had a great 4th of July! We were still in somewhat recovery mode. I didn’t have time to whip up much for the holiday this year due to the fact that my fridge is still 3/4 of the way empty. We’re without some pretty important basics. But slowly, we’re recouping!
One thing I’ve enjoyed so far this summer is basil. I don’t think I’ve ever realized how great it is but basil is now my favorite herb. (ERB or HERB?) I saw this sweet basil mayo on Kelsey’sEssentials a few weeks ago and haven’t been able to get it out of my head (same goes with the Billy Ocean song “Get Out of My Dreams”…). It is a perfectly sweet yet tangy sandwich spread, essential for the summer season. I now keep a jar of it on hand in the fridge at all times. Well, not this week but you get my point, right?
So, who else lost power from the massive, unexpected storm that popped up on Friday night? We lost electricity from Friday night until sometime late Sunday afternoon. Not half as long as a lot of our friends and other people scattered across Maryland and Virginia. But it was 104 degrees on Saturday.
You know, I know that people used to live without electricity. They didn’t have iPhones or air conditioning or refrigerators filled with awesome food (fresh mozzarella!). It’s just really hard when you are so used to having those little luxuries. And let’s all be honest when we say no air conditioning in scorching temperatures really bites.
We lost pretty much everything in both of our fridges and freezers… I tried to recoup some of that loss at the grocery store today. But it just pains me to buy another bottle of Hoisin sauce when I JUST bought one last week.
Either way, I did manage to make on delicious thing during our fun little…experience. And it really paid off. Starbucks has a really tasty passion fruit lemonade iced tea. I recreated it in my very own kitchen and tossed in the few ice cubes I had left before they melted. It was refreshing, light, sweet and tarty all at the same time. Even if you don’t lose all of your power and abilities to cook or bake or even heat up water, try out this drink.