So this morning on my DAY OFF, Vin calls me up to tell me that oops! his aunt Lois is coming for lunch and he forgot to tell me and oops! he can't make it.
"Lois?" I go, "What aunt Lois? Why have you never told me that you had an aunt Lois?"
"Cause then you would want to meet her," he said. I guess he ran into her by accident last week, and she ( Read more... )

"I like apples," was the first thing Vin ever said to me, at the club where he used to work. I was wearing a tight t-shirt with an apple on the chest. I thought then that it was a compliment to my chest. Turns out he really is an apple fanatic. The entire bottom drawer in our fridge is devoted to his apples. The kid knows every variety (it's his ( Read more... )

This has been the summer of these *Curry-Ranch Oyster Crackers*. They zoom with flavor. I swear they give you a buzz. I love them and I can’t stop eating them. I hate them because I can’t stop eating them. My friend Trobee of the Naughty Curry blog would bring over a batch IF I would do her laundry. Vin kept eating them all up, and the situation ( Read more... )

So Vin is always on my case to cook him shrimp. He goes on about how his mama used to serve him seafood and steak whenever he wanted, back in the day. Lately, its been, "Make the Naughty Curry shrimp tonight, babe" ever since my friend Trobee of the NC brought him some last month to taste-test. (Trobee loves one-upping me). But I hate making food ( Read more... )

Major mental overload. (Old lovers, evil cell phones, Vin's annoying friends, and more.) 
So I just want rice. Rice. Just rice. This is the third kind of rice I have cooked up in the last two days. I'm posting on this one because it did me good. I guess the recipe [click here] is authentic, from an Indian woman known for her cooking. Anyways, it did ( Read more... )

I am a salty girl, a sour girl, and sometimes I like it hot. I'm not a sweet tooth -- unless we're talking glazed doughnuts or lucky charms. So I don't cook up desserts, and Vin is always bitching about all the pretty sweet treats his mama use to make. "Deal with it," I always tell him. "You know I'm not a sweet chick."
But this exotic dessert ( Read more... )

Pasta shapes matter.It's a tongue thing, a squish thing. Vin and I argued about this at the grocery store last night. They were out of SpongeBob SquarePants Mac n' Cheese, and I wouldn't take any other kind.
"What the hells the difference?" Vinwas saying.
"They don't hold in the spices the same, forget it!" I said.
"Just take it. C'mon." Etc.
"What ( Read more... )

I am loving the nuts bad. For so long I avoided them because they are supposed to be high in fat. Now I figure, hey. What the hell. I’ve been reading how nuts are cholk full of happy healthy stuff, so the fat doesn’t count. Right? So there. 
Yesterday I went on a nut binge and bought five kinds of nuts in bulk at the supermarket. Then at the ( Read more... )

I am really hypnotizable. I’ve been told that twice, once by a real hypnotist. Of course I don’t tell Vin that - he’s the slave in our relationship, haha. 
So yeah, my friend has been playing non-stop Black Eyed Peas songs lately, so guess what I made during midnight cooking hour last night? Yep. Naughty Curry posted this recipe last fall, before I ( Read more... )

I’m gonna tell you something I’ve never admitted to anyone. I don’t eat guacamole. Reason is, I can’t stand seeing pretty little avocados get massacred into blender pulp. Serious. Do avocados grow on trees? I want an avocado tree. That’d be cool. Anyway, I made this avocado dish at Midnight Cooking Hour last night. It’s supposed to be made with ( Read more... )