Hummus

If you've been reading this blog, you're aware by now that I have a stockpile of dried beans I'm making my way through. Today I had my eye on the chick peas. A year ago, Kathie Lee proclaimed on the fourth hour of the Today Show that she loves chick peas. I prepared half the bag. I thought they were disgusting. I couldn't imagine eating them on anything. They grew moldy. I haven't touched them since despite the little voice that keeps saying, "Hummus."

I've had hummus before and liked it. But this was gross. It still tasted like chick peas to me. It's obviously too chunky, but it seemed I would just going to be wasting my time and ingredients by adding peanut butter and fresh garlic and blending the snot out of this batch. It would still taste like chick peas. I asked LV if he wanted some. Obviously, he did not. I ate it with carrots. I spread it on a corn tostada. I toasted it on a flour tortilla. I added garlic salt. I still have a lot of hummus left in the fridge...

Super Bowl Snacks

Avocados were on sale, so our Super Bowl Sunday started with guacamole. I think my avocados were too small. Or maybe I just added too much lime juice. Either way, I ate plenty of it.

Next up, figuring Scrappy wouldn't want to eat wings, I made bagel bites and pigs in a blanket (the last of the leftovers from her party).

Then I made potato skins. I think they were better than the last time I made them. That could be because there were so many fewer to deal with.

Last, but not least, I made wings. The bigger grocery store seems to have access to bigger chickens. You can't tell in this picture just how much bigger they were, but I only made half any many as I normally do because there was twice at much meat.

Birthday!

I found a use for that giant block of ground beef in my freezer: sliders. Much like the cupcakes, there was no input concerning the menu for the Star Wars party. Whatever I felt like making... The first year I did this, I went crazy (exhibit A). The first year, everyone showed up early and ate very little. The next year, I was supposed to be photographing another party so the menu became pizza and chips (exhibit B). That year, guests showed up at least an hour early. This year was supposed to be different. This year I would cook, but I wouldn't spend all my time cooking. This year I would be ready for them when they showed up at noon instead of 1 'o-clock, like the invitation says. This year would be better.

Noon - The doorbell doesn't ring.

1:30 p.m. - The doorbell doesn't ring.

2:45 p.m. - I wonder if I should put my mango salsa back in the fridge. Oh, hark. The doorbell rings.

Monday Night Game

We bought two pounds of wings, so, for the Monday night game, we had more wings. I felt they should be part of a meal of junk food, hence nachos. (Note there is still portfolio work in the background...)

Game Day

I started out the football season with lots of chips and deli meat. Then I got a cookbook. I not only made buffalo wings, I also made the bleu cheese dip with real crumbled bleu cheese. The beer, however, I'll leave up to Heineken.