26/1/2022 0 Comments Venison meat loaf (I'm so fancy)So bitches I'm back! with a fancy pants recipe. And man, a whole heap of stuff has happened in my life since my last post which was AGES ago. I'll add that at the bottom.
First up lets talk about the food, I'm getting back to my roots. In fact I had even almost forgotten about this blog but then I was at my new job and I remembered it. And my boss said "So good! Love the writing style also. It’s not often that a recipe can hold my attention" and he didn't even know it was me! He could have said anything like "back to work" or "get off that blog and do some work" or "tidy your desk and then do some work" except he didn't know it was me so he probably wouldn't have said that. Anyway I'm gonna put that on my front page if I can remember how to. He never actually says those things he's miharo! Terri who sits diagonal from me and is my walking buddy says those things. So I went to PaknSave and they had minced venison for sale and I was like "hmmmm that looks interesting. Is that yum or is it Yuck? I don't know" and then I went back and the dregs were marked down so I was all like, "Imma gonna get some" And then tonight, I decided to be all flash as and cook with it. I googled a recipe and came up with this recipe for venison meatballs with wild mushroom stroganoff which looked really good and I was totally gonna make it because we had mushrooms (not wild but anyway) and sour cream and brandy because the 18 year old is my cocktail waiter. But I have an inability to follow a recipe so instead made this which is a Venison Meatloaf, cos I love a good meatloaf. Here is what I did
Here's how you make it
Serve with the Pepperonata and Potato Salad you made the other night like a smug wanker So in my life I got a new job and then I got another new job. Oh and I had another kid her for a while - another another kid. I did an art which is going up in the art gallery. Like the ACUTAL city art gallery like I'm an artist not a fraud. My big kids went to uni, and then my little kid moved in with her mate, a few minutes away, and I designed and sold some decolonization jewelry and I got some piercings because I discovered titanium doesn't make me allergic. (that sounds way cooler than it actually is). And I am got skinny and then not so skinny and now I am getting skinny again. (possibly) and I made some new friends and I went to Te Waipounamu 3 times, and that's it you're pretty much up to date now.
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25/5/2019 0 Comments Mango Curry and it's yum as. And you Don't even need fresh mangos - the image is misleading.
Image by Elias Sch. from Pixabay
So this was yum as but I didn't take a photo of it but here is a photo of Mangos. It doesn't even use fresh mangos - who has time for that? I have attributed the photo though because DON'T STEAL PHOTOS. This links to my new favourite website where an Aussie professional photographer got caned because she stole photos, and had to give her awards back.
Nat at work asked for the recipe as I scoffed the leftovers and so I said I'd Moirafood it. (There wasn't quite enough leftovers because fifteen-year old boy (do you know how to use a hyphen correctly? I have learned how to: here I am denoting the boy is fifteen years old, not that there are fifteen babies of a year old, which would be fifteen year-old, I am still working on commas.)) Anyway, this is a bastardisation of a recipe from my favourite cookbook which is Charmaine Soloman's Complete Asian Cookbook. It came to my work as a surprise delivery because the delectable guitarman sometimes buys me gifts and just gets them sent to work. The other week he turned up with a big bunch of flowers for me, which was good cos I had had a shit week. It uses Mango Yoghurt which is my favourite yoghurt at this point in time. Sometimes I make Mango curry with canned Mangos but I forgot how I do that. I had a beer with lunch, which was a chicken burger and poutine when we were out. It was a bad thing to do, and I slept for hours this afternoon. Ugh. I will remember when I make it again. Anyway Nat, for your cooking pleasure here is the recipe. Nat and I have an average age of 39. Sauce
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Yesterday I went to the surf club opening and saw the gorgeous Viv. Who is an amazing woman: she runs her own business, surfs and was patrol leader of surf lifesaving, and is gorgeous and fun. Sounds like you'd hate her on paper (or screen) but you can't and shouldn't because she is awesome. Anyway she said she hadn't read a blog posting in ages so I actually got off my ass and did one. Specially. I had this in my head to do, but was procrastinating, and have lost the photo I took of the meal. I will find it. Instead I put that photo up which I will explain soon. I have a short story to write so that is top of my procrastination list now. God every paragraph of story writing is like being on the rack and having all my joints slowly dislocated. And each paragraph comes with the anxiety that it is shit. I've only written one fiction story and it won a prize, and I was real whakamā about that one too.
This is a recipe for a dish I was really craving - who knows why. My liver is a bit screwed up again so maybe it is liver repair. It probably isn't. Last time Tequila seemed to help. This time I am not drinking for the whole of Lent which given I am a lapsed Catholic will surely reserve me a spot in the heaven that isn't even there. Ohh remember that Belinda Carlise song "Heaven is a place on Earth". I never really liked that song. Anyway I digress. I had a craving for rice and beans which is a good meal because it gives you a full compliment of essential amino acids. Which is stuff you need to live. Rice and beans is a staple in lots of countries and when you make it you feel all South American and sexy like the picture above. Which is pretty much an exact representation of what I looked like when I was cooking. I am also having a Narcos binge so this meal went perfectly with that. Say "hijo de puta" heaps while cooking. Spanish is so sexy. This meal is good because (a) you can put it all in the rice cooker, and (b) It uses up all the once were vegetables in your fridge. And it uses Capsicums which are real cheap at the moment (make Pepperanata it's yum). You need:
This was so good the 15-year old boy went back for more. Despite it being vegetarian. I made it again, and had it with spicy chicken thighs. God knows why I bought chicken thighs. They are the shittest cut of chicken ever. The bone-in ones with skin like your Mum used to make Maggi Apricot chicken with and the skins were all gross and it made you feel sick (or was that just me). I found them in the bottom of the freezer and they'd been in there forever and cost like 3 bucks at Pac'n'save because they are so shit. I must have been on a save money binge at that point. Anyway I'll buy more and put a recipe up because they weren't all that bad. I shared that meal with my friend Simone (sorry that you know the chicken thigh backstory now but they tasted OK because they weren't in slimy apricot sauce). Last night we had a lamb debacle which I did not want to repeat. And I spent heaps of money on school stationery so when the 16 year old asked for takeaways because we haven't had them for ages, I refused. I was gonna make my normal boring shit curry, but I looked at the manky as vegetables in the fridge and felt sad. (that curry link goes to one of my first recipes I put up - It's written simple as with very little commentary - I think I know what they mean by "found your voice" which is such a lame-ass saying) Seriously it's too hot to be keeping vegetables fresh. Anyway I got a bit inspired. Spending hours sleeping in the afternoon may have helped my energy levels. I made this, which is a bastardised version of kofta but it was delicious. Even the 15 year old boy ate heaps. Check out that photo. I'm real proud of it. And that's such a cool bowl, it cost me $10 bucks in a farmers sale ages ago. Note it is being eaten on a dining table not the shitty outdoor furniture on the deck.
This is not hard to make but you do need the mental fortitude to cook it, because it has multiple things and that is always a bit of stress. I was fortified by the afternoon nap so managed it admirably. Addendum. The 15 yer old boy just came and told me that dinner was really good tonight. it seriously was good. Kofta (the balls)
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28/7/2018 0 Comments Mulled WineUpdate: don't even make this. It seemed like a really good idea, and we had a great Saturday Night and then I felt crap on Sunday. I am trying to get skinny, and ate bacon eggs and toast for breakfast, and then hot chips and a potato fritter with the 16 year old for lunch. Ugh. Why is alcohol such a dumb idea. I edited all the typos out. I'm useless at proof reading so feel free to let me know if there are more.
This should probably go in the alcohol part, but I haven’t set that up yet. I’m typing this on guitar man’s iPhone because I left my charger at work and my phone is shit. I’m also a bit drunk because I’m drinking mulled wine, which is delicious! The upshot is typos and random words. Mulled wine is delicious and cultural. In Germany they call in gluvine or something I can’t be arsed googling it. Last night I was super cultural, in that we went to the art gallery for an exhibition opening. The main attraction is free wine and canapés - Love an iPhone even puts in the accent for me. Anyway on the way home the man said let’s call into The Blue (a restaurant) for more wine. He won a $50 voucher in one of those businesse card draws, yes people actually win those things. In this case us. Or rather him, so us. It was busy as but my friends were there so we sidled on into their table where I proceeded to drink an excess of mulled wine. My friend Mike had also gone to the G party where I was grunge, but he thought I was Dexys Midnight Runners which doesn’t even begin with G so he was quite confused. I thought he was Clarke Gable . He was the Godfather and the rose he wore was a clue . Wtf. The upshot is wear random shit to themed fancy dress, it doesn’t matter at all. Today I wore my overalls in an ironic sense but I don’t think I’ll do that again because I don’t think other people got the irony. Anyway, tonight I recreated last night in that we ate lamb. Yum. And are drinking mulled wine and here for you is the recipe because I’m good like that. That’s guitar man in the photo. He can put internet model on his cv now. Mulled wine you need:
1. It’s easy as to make. Mix together and taste to see if it’s ok. 2. Put in the microwave for 5 minutes to heat up. 3. Add Vanilla and put in your slow cooker to keep warm. Or a thermos. You could take it to boring sports matches. Which is all of them. That’s it. And they sell this shit for $8 a glass. We only spent about that on a bottle of wine. Note to self and you. You will regret this in the morning. Much like this blog post. Oh we made the kids go away by saying stuff like “oooh you’re so sexy” that worked a treat. We said that to each other not the kids. This is the trio of salads from last night. I'm eating them for lunch. They are the best coleslaw ever, beetroot salad and this one. It looked a bit brown and ugly on it's own, so I had to photograph it with the others. It tastes the best though.
Pumpkin is a weird thing. It is so delicious unless you're a kid. And some people eat the skin. That is revolting, and if you do remove yourself immediately. That's like people who eat kiwifruit skin. It is very very ill-refined, and if you know me through this blog you'll know that refinement is my middle name*. Anyway Pumpkin who knows what sort to buy - butternut, the big grey ones, squash. I have no idea, and no one in the world does either. They all come under the umbrella of pumpkin. I buy them cut, because those big whole ones are crazy hard. Cutting into them is like trying to stab into the skull of your beloved partner when you're in a rage. What I do is take them outside and smash them on the concrete so they split. The pumpkin not your beloved partner, just let those thoughts just stay in your head (only joking babe, I never think shit like that, it's just for entertainment purposes). This is your top tip for today (either one, the smashing pumpkin or keeping thoughts in your head). Or just buy a cut pumpkin like I said before. I've just finished the salads I feel so super trim But I am wearing my old man pants and ugh boots. So maybe I'm not as skinny externally as I feel internally. *This statement maybe untrue both literally and figuratively. Roasted Pumpkin
So I had a craving for a beetroot salad, one of those flash ones you see in cafes, but there's a girl in front of you in the queue wearing activewear, that she actually does active things while wearing, and she buys some and it's $7.00 for a small plate and you think "Fuck that! I could buy a pie for three bucks". Then you buy the salmon eggs benedict which cost $17 because of the hollandaise (mmmm hollandaise) but it's got spinach on it so it's probably healthy. Anyway I was trawling op-shops ostensibly to buy a peacoat for guitar man so he will look like a pea-cock-cock-cock, that Katy Perry song isn't about the bird, when I saw a pair of new lee jeans that made my butt look amazing. I couldn't quite do them up, so hence the salads, I could just lay down on my stomach when wearing them, so you can't see they don't quite do up but that kinda defeats the purpose of clothes. I also bought some old-man needle cords to wear (so comfy), and some calvin klein going-to-work pants. Anyway peacoats are sexy as fuck, and the man would look even more gorgeous in one, I've attached a picture so you can see what I'm talking about. Anyway I went on a salad frenzy. I may put all the recipes up because I am working at home, and you know. Work. One of the salads was coleslaw but I forgot the apple and added some chipotle sauce into the dressing. But I ate the salads with bacon and egg pie, and I make a mean bacon and egg pie, so it kinda defeated the purpose. And some red wine. Soon I won't be able to do my old-man cords up. Beetroot Salad you need
Here is a picture of a bum in lee jeans. Sadly not my bum., though soon* it will be. *results may vary.
15/6/2018 0 Comments Seafood ChowderSo the other day it was raining real hard - we get the best weather here. Either blue skies and sun, or massive rainstorms which I love. I don't love so much the leak in the roof, but the carpet is wrecked anyway from an assortment of pets trashing it and chook-chook the chicken considering itself an indoors-chicken. It is not an inside-chicken as I tell it frequently. It just shits on the carpet in defiance and boks around a bit. So as it was raining, I was laying around, probably looking much like this - when I decided that I really wanted Seafood Chowder and Garlic Bread for dinner. Guitar Man who is ever-obliging went to the shop with the worst written list ever, but I drew a cock-and-balls on it to entertain him while he shopped, and he came home with an assortments of delights. It was massively flooded too, so he was the bestest guitar man ever for going out. I made the Garlic bread with fresh french stick and garlic butter - the flat ones not the pizza hut style ones, but to be honest, it was a lot of work when you can just buy them. I'll slap the recipe up another day. I did get big-ups from the 14 year old son who broadened his diet of Ramen to include garlic bread. He asked if he could have just garlic bread every night forever. He can't. Anyway here is the delicious and so easy Seafood Chowder. It made enough for the Man and I for dinner. We had left overs which I threw some more mussels and red capsicum in, and we had it with pasta as dinner the next night too.
13/6/2018 2 Comments Pork and Prawns and Noodles is yumSo tonight when I was at my photography class, Justin said he'd been reading Moirafood and why hadn't I mentioned it before. To be honest I had probably forgotten all about Moirafood in my quest to become a world famous photographer. You can see my photos here www.facebook.com/tahiphoto/. Please follow me and make me world famous. I've told people I'll become a world famous photographer in 10 years and now I have to fucking do it. Fuck.
Anyway I do become a little obsessive about things, but my photo taking has been causing me angst. I take photos and then I edit them, and then I hate them, and then I wonder why I even bother, and then I re-edit them and they look exactly the same as the initial version, and then I hate my photos and myself again. It is a seriously destructive cycle. People ask me to take a photos and they get an all puffed up emphatic YES! and then I feel horror when I realise I have no idea of how to even take a photo, I seriously do not understand how they get into that camera when they look good. Except for one. I know how I did that one, because the tutor helped me. But because Justin mentioned Moirafood, I thought I'd get off my butt (not really - I'm laying in bed with the electric blanket on 9, and it's hot as) and write some more. So this is what we had for dinner last night. It wasn't meant to be Prawn and Pork but the 14 year old boy just wanted meat and Noodles, and I was being obliging went "yeah WTF" but then the meal was all screwed up and unbalanced, so I had to add prawns in. We had prawns left over from Seafood Chowder and that was fucking delicious, but I'll have to remember how I made it. I may have drank some wine during the cooking. You need:
Ok, so I have had a week off work because I had to be eviscerated to stop me getting real sick again. I think it works on everything forever so I'm immortal now. Anyway I planned to watch Netflix but couldn't be bothered, instead I became the first person to read the entirety of the internet and let me tell you it is pretty boring. So today, guitar man said he'd come home for lunch because he went back to the studio today. Yesterday he cancelled everything because I came off the morphine tablets and had a 5 minute boohoo looking into the black void, and anyone who has depression, you fucking rock, because that 5 minutes was really really horrible. And we never cry in this family, if you've seen any of us cry then you're in the real inner inner circle. (except for the 12 year old who cried when the chicken died). Aside from that morphine is amazing and I had the best aural hallucinations in the hospital involving lure seeking behaviour by the patient the next bed. Luckily I was too sleepy to inform nursing staff of her nefarious plans to get multiple lures into her body to facilitate drug taking. Anyway I said to guitarman "Imma gonna make something real gourmet for you" because I am bored AF and am meant to be resting up. Because I am now missing a gallbaldder, the hospital gave me a list of foods which they should have entitled "food you know you should eat but nobody does unless they're really boring, and we're giving you this pamphlet so we can say "we told you" but we know you're not gonna follow it, so sucks to be you either way" except that may have been too long to fit on the A5 page. The upshot is reduce fat. Im quite proud that one of my last meals pre surgery.... a pie and a milkshake was mentioned on the avoid list. So in the spirit, if not the letter of the wee booklet I made this for lunch. I really wanted a smoky bacon quiche but because I am being so good and nunlike, instead I smoked a chicken thigh to get that smokey taste and made this. And it smells delicious. You need:
Smoking chicken.
Normally I have Manuka Chips to smoke stuff, but I have lost them. Probably in the great declutter of 2017 which only got halfway. so they'll be stuffed somewhere random. This time I didn't so I had to use tea and rice which is a traditional Japanese way so I look all cultured and shit. You need Tin Foil
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