Everybody has their comfort foods, and this has quickly become one of ours. For starters it has eggs. Tonks and I love eggs, so they have a short life expectancy around here. Last Sunday I bought two dozen eggs and we were out of eggs again on Wednesday. Sad, but true. Second, it has bacon. BACON, guys. This is important stuff we’re talking about here and essential for normal functioning. And the icing on this cake is the most delicious caramelized onions. If you didn’t like onions before, you will now.
03 Sep 2012 Leave a comment
27 Aug 2012 Leave a comment
Tonks solemnly swears that she will update the blog this week. That was last week. In my defense, I had finals last week and it wasn’t in Concealment and Disguise (#MetamorphicWin); thus, studying was required – you wouldn’t want me to fail my Auror exams, now would you?
Unfortunately, the blog was neglected; maybe it is time to invest in the Quick-Quotes Quills, so now it’s time to give The Kitchen of Requirement some “good loving”.
Without further ado, The Kitchen of Requirement is once again open for business and I humbly present to you my recipe for Mitt Romney Dumplings.
20 Aug 2012 Leave a comment
The intent was to successfully finish our epic fish marathon. Our game plan was extensive and detailed. The tilapia would be blackened to hide the fact that we were still eating fish. As a further precaution, the tilapia would then be served with lime mayonnaise and as a sandwich to mask the texture and taste of tilapia. And in celebration we invited Cedric to aid in the disappearance of the tilapia.
At least… that was the plan.
If I had a nickel for every plan I made, I’d be a very, very rich person.
13 Aug 2012 Leave a comment
Have you ever reached the point when you’ve done so much homework that you want a chocolate fix so badly but at the same time you are too lazy to drive to the closest McDonalds to buy an ice cream sundae? I have.
One night during a homework rush, all I had to satisfy my sweet tooth was bread and butter pecan ice cream with no chocolate sauce.
Thus, I humbly present to you a 5 minute post for a 5 minute chocolate sauce.
06 Aug 2012 Leave a comment
The title of the post is brought to you by Minerva: a leader in training young padawans in the ways of the geek. And I just found out that my laptop spell check does not support Jedi terminologies. Shame on it.
Now, back to your regular programming.
As you know by now, during these past two weeks we have been slowly but surely trudging our way through huge quantities of salmon and tilapia. I swear I have little ghosts of fishes swimming out of my ears by now – and that’s not a good thing. I would love to insert a cartoon of someone pulling a fish out of his/her ear but clearly Google couldn’t find it. Hence it doesn’t exist in the world.
Jokes aside, the creation of the Hidden Salmon Crouching Rice was a result of an atrocious day. Not even a bad day, but an atrociously day to the point I found a bitter Sith happiness that the weather matched my stormy mood (for future references, the Dark Side does have cookies). On the way home from work at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, I just wanted something quick, comforting like fried rice, and anything that hid the fishy smell/taste/site/essence/existence of salmon that I had to cook. Thus, if you want to have a stronger salmon flavor feel free to use more salmon.
Thus, I humbly present to you my recipe for Hidden Salmon Crouching Rice.
30 Jul 2012 Leave a comment
Facts of life: I love salmon. I love mushrooms. And I love shallots. So when I saw a recipe that included salmon AND mushrooms AND shallots I pretty much passed out from anticipation.
In fact, I was so excited that I neglected to read the recipe. You think I’m kidding? I’m completely serious. But I’m going to blame this on the fact that I was craving mushroom stroganoff.
23 Jul 2012 Leave a comment
So, there are two stories that relates to this recipe – I promise you it will only take two bullet points, and less time it took Ted Mosby to tell his kids how he met their mother or the number of women he slept with before he met their mother (honestly, if you didn’t get the reference, go seclude yourself under a rock and watch all seven seasons of the appropriately named show, How I Met Your Mother).