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People often ask me how I’ve managed to stay with the same boy for so long. I never really know what to say; I guess I just can’t imagine not being with him.

It’s been six years and five months since he first held my hand, six years and three months since he first whispered ‘I love you.’ I still remember how big his hand felt, clutching mine, like I was some kind of delicate doll.

We grew up together, really. Our first date was at the county fair. We were spinning around on the Tilt-a-Whirl, the smell of hay floating in the air and my hair whipping in his face, when he asked me on our second.

The next weekend as we sat together on a grassy hill at an outdoor concert, he cautiously put his arm around me for the first time. We were both incredibly tense, but it felt right.

We navigated the narrow halls of high school together, putting up with each other’s shallow insecurities and the ups and downs of adolescence. We graduated on the same stage and danced together as prom king and queen.

I figured out he who was, learned every little crook and cranny of his mind, but along the way I discovered myself. He taught me to be patient and to analyze the world around me. I taught him to love himself.

He held me when I lost my grandfather, and then again when my grandmother died. He promised he would make everything okay, and he did.

We moved away from home together, and shared our first class at university. We were both so scared, but we made it through.

We fought a lot, though. He was stubborn and always insisted he was right. I was selfish and overly dramatic. Things haven’t really changed much.

But we never gave up on each other. There’s been rough spots, for sure, but I never stopped loving him, and he never stopped loving me. No matter what he did or what I said, at the end of the day, we were still crazy about each other.

Six and a half years later, we are still in love. I still get butterflies when he reaches for my hand or kisses me on the forehead before I go to sleep.

I still love the way he drums his fingers on his knees when he has a song stuck in his head. And even though I grumble when he leaves his sweater on the floor, I still find myself taking in his smell as I hang it up on the hook.

If there’s one thing my boyfriend loves more than me, it’s food, so for Valentine’s Day, I made him a meal extraordinaire. This was my first time making a whole chicken, so it was a tad daunting and warranted several panicked phone calls to my mother (I had no idea what giblets were, but they sounded awful).

I originally planned on wearing my fancy dress and pearls for dinner, but after spending three hours in the kitchen, those sweatpants were not coming off. But after being together for almost seven years, I think it’s safe to say he loved me just the same.

Tools

Large roasting pan
meat thermometer
kitchen knife
cutting board
medium saucepan
tongs
spatula

Ingredients

Chicken
Whole chicken
2-3 sprigs fresh rosemary
4 sprigs parsley

Potatoes
1 lb potatoes
2 sprigs parsley
1 tablespoon freshly squeezed lemon juice
1/3 cup olive oil
one head of garlic
salt and pepper

1 bunch asparagus (8-10 spears)

Instructions

Remove thawed chicken from fridge. Preheat oven to 325 degrees Farenheit. If giblets are inside the cavity, remove and discard. Rinse the outside and inside of the bird thoroughly. Place in roasting pan, breast side up. Coat chicken in butter or margarine and season with salt and pepper. Wash parsley and rosemary and place inside the cavity. Cook for a half hour per pound, or until meat thermometer reaches between 80-85 degrees Celsius.

An hour and fifteen minutes before mealtime, chop potatoes into small cubes and place on baking sheet. Drizzle with olive oil and lemon juice. Add salt and pepper to taste. Separate garlic head into cloves. Peel the cloves and disperse among the potatoes. Chop parsley and sprinkle over potatoes. Add to oven and bake for one hour, flipping potatoes after a half hour.

Fifteen minuted before mealtime, chop the ends of asparagus and wash under cold water. Place in saucepan and add water to cover. Bring to boil and simmer for 5-10 minutes or until tender.

Enjoy!

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I have avoided onions for as long as I can remember. My dad likes to remind me that when I was in diapers, I commonly confused onions with apples, and would help myself to the bag of onions under the sink anytime I was looking for a snack. Perhaps that’s what fueled my adversity, but I certainly haven’t gone anywhere near them since.

As a kid, I thoroughly examined every dish my Mom and Dad ever made, shuffling any dubious white chunks to the side of my plate. I tried to be a little more subtle as a teenager, but my parents would still get the occasional grumble when I smelled the notoriously pungent onion smell wafting from the kitchen up to my room.

But after two decades of studiously avoiding them, I decided that if I’m going to get serious about cooking, my fears are going to have to be faced.

I bought my very first bag of onions last week. I walked cautiously to the vegetable aisle, where they sit nestled in between rows of potatoes and carrots. I didn’t really know how to shop for onions; I couldn’t decide whether I was supposed to squeeze them for firmness or tap them for texture. I watched carefully as a man reached around me, lifted a bag in the air and circled it around, inspecting the outer onions for an visible bruises or discolourations before setting them in his cart. His method seemed thorough enough, so I did the same.

I wasn’t wearing waterproof mascara that day. Neither was I prepared for what happened when my knife made that first slice. I was blinded. Teaspoons of water started gushing from my eyes and nose, making it impossible to continue chopping. I stumbled blindly to the washroom to wipe my eyes. I should have thought to wash my hands first, because the contact between my eyes and oniony fingers was unbearable. I composed myself, put on my glasses for protection, and forged on, chopping madly just to get the job done.

The next time I cut an onion, I wore a pair of those huge sunglasses, the kind Jackie Kennedy used to wear. I looked bizarre, but it made the task slightly less painful.

When I was getting ready to make this dish, I remembered hearing that water prevents the onion particles from dispersing into your eyes. Rather than cut the onion under water as is recommended, I rinsed my knife under the tap before cutting. While it didn’t stop me from crying, it did make cutting onions much more enjoyable.

Tools

cutting board
large knife
frying pan
measuring cups
measuring spoons
peeler
wooden spoon
medium saucepan
tongs
potato masher

Ingredients

1 onion
2 tablespoons cooking oil (I prefer olive oil)
1 teaspoon salt
6-10 potatoes, depending on the need
2-6 pork chops, depending on the need
dash of salt and pepper
2 packets beef stock
3 tablespoons flour
1 1/2 cups water
1/3 cup milk
1 tablespoon margarine
1/2 cup milk
2 tablespoons margarine

Instructions

Peel and chop onions finely. Add one tablespoon of oil to frying pan and cook over medium heat. Add onions. Fry for 10 minutes, stirring frequently.

Fill medium saucepan half way and bring to boil with teaspoon of salt. Peel potatoes and add to water, simmering over medium heat until tender (about 30 minutes).

Remove onions from frying pan and set aside in a separate bowl. Add remaining tablespoon of oil to frying pan and add chops. Season each side with salt and pepper. Cook each side for 3-4 minutes, until browned.

In a small bowl, combine beef stock and flour. Slowly add water, mixing thoroughly with a fork until mixture forms a paste. Add mixture to frying pan with chops and stir well. Add half of the previously cooked onions to the pan and cook for 10 minutes on medium heat.

Drain potatoes. Mash until smooth, stirring in 1/3 cup of milk and tablespoon of margarine (add more milk and margarine if desired). Set aside.

Add 1/2 cup milk and 2 tablespoons of margarine to frying pan and stir. Cook for 3-4 minutes, until mixture starts to boil. Stir in remaining cooked onions.

To serve, place a pork chop and scoop of mashed potatoes on a plate and drizzle with the gravy.

Enjoy!

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