Food & Cocktails
To celebrate our wedding anny, we packed up our car with all sorts of meat and metal and spent the afternoon roasting our supper at Pedernales Falls.
A meaty feast and strong cocktails…
Those are chicken drumsticks, garlicky herbed potatoes and tzatziki sauce over sausage wraps. (Crowned by mouthfuls of s’mores that I didn’t snap shots of.)
Hands down the best date night we’ve had in 11 years of coupledom. Happy togetherness, baby!
Nothing says St. Patrick’s Day like leprechaun-themed cereal, am I right??
I forgot to add green food coloring to the marshmallow so they’re not as St. Patty’s Day-themed as they could be… Oh, well. They taste the same either way.
We hit up the Austin Oyster Festival a couple of weekends ago—when an ice storm engulfed the city, leaving us shivering in 30 degree weather.
There was one heater in the whole festival… brrr. We ended up warming up in our car halfway through the fun. Lines were sizeable to pick up oysters, but—bonus!—they gave out free beer to compensate for long waits. We slurped down at least four free beers at the festival! Amaaaze.
And here’s a warm coffee from a bar that opened in South Austin a while back, Radio Coffee & Beer. Love it there…
For my little nugget’s V-Day event, I made these Bacon-Wrapped Honey Chicken Adobo Bites—although I had originally intended on making these Sriracha Bites, but, whoops, kids can’t eat spicy stuff. So I swapped out the sriracha and used my trusty Filipino adobo sauce as the marinade star instead (adobo is just vinegar and soy sauce). I also used turkey bacon instead of real bacon because it’s healthier, just as tasty (say, for BLTs and carbonara) and I didn’t feel like making a special trip to the store to buy one ingredient I didn’t have.
Her Valentine’s Day party at school was uber cute. The little boogers exchanged Valentines and pigged out on cookies, fruit… and Bacon-Wrapped Honey Chicken Adobo Bites.
That’s a slice of apple beneath the bite, btw. (Classic bacon companion.)
This past weekend was a slow one…well, slow for us, since we seem to always be zooming at light speed through life.
On one rainy night we baked these S’mores Cookies and inhaled them relentlessly while imbibing the last episodes of “The Fall” (best show ever because it stars Scully).
And we brought this Layered Seafood Dip to our friends’ Super Bowl partay. (I ditched the weirdo lettuce and used sautéed bell peppers instead.)
I can’t stop thinking about the dip! Shrimp, crab, cheese, cocktail sauce, tomatoes… so simple and yumzies, even to people who are squeamish about shellfish (who are these crazies?!).
Deviled eggs for a mid-afternoon snack and “breakfast salad” as the day’s first meal…
To make the breakfast salad, we threw in chunks of hardboiled egg, chopped bacon, tomato, shredded sharp cheddar cheese, and croutons over romaine, then added an easy-to-make yogurt and champagne dressing.
Why breakfast salad?
When you have a crate of lettuce and not enough meals to eat it up, breakfast salad to the rescue!
My hiz was like, “Salad for breakfast? Meh. Count me out.”
But then he would’ve starved, cuz I ain’t the kind of wife who makes her hubby special meals. And he wasn’t about to venture into the kitchen to make his own meal. So he ate it reluctantly… and actually loved it!
I’ve done more dessert-making in the past week than I’ve done in the last year.
I made these “Magic Eight Bars” for hiz’s work team, and they’re pretty good. (Seriously sweet, though!) I also baked up the requisite chocolate chip cookies and peanut buttery buckeye balls… and now I’m totally, utterly sick of eating sweets.
In Jasper Land, I was over-the-top excited to take a day off work to ferry my tiny one around to her holiday events. This chick has a busier social life than I do!
I eagerly signed up to make meatballs for her classroom party (because protein is important in a baby’s diet, and I like meatballs a lot).
On the day of the party, I labored over these orange-glazed turkey meatballs…
I was crazily anticipating all the toddlers running to the food table to nosh on these meaty, sweet munchies.
We showed up 15 minutes late to the party, thinking it was no big deal, since soirees never start on time anyway.
Kiddie parties start at the scheduled time, if not EARLY.
The kids had already eaten in that 15-minute window of time and were on to their playtime activities.
Such a bummer!
None of the monkeys wanted my meatballs!
Jassy humored her unpunctual mama and nibbled on a few meatballs while the party raged around her.
Needless to say, we had meatballs for dinner that night. And for lunch the next day, and the week after that…
Took a quickie road trip from Austin, through the dry plains of Central Texas, on to Lubbock.
Along the way, we pitstopped at a cattle ranch-slash-restaurant in Buffalo Gap that always gets a ton of praise from the beef-eatin’ folks in the state.
Eating melty filet in a twinkling wood cabin?!
Happy National Cheeseburger Day!
Like I really need a reason to shove a burger down my throat. It’s what I do every week anyway.
Venison biscuits at Odd Duck, this newish small-plates place in South Austin. Not a fan of small plates (I hate having to order 5 menu items that all have entree price tags), but this dish was reasonably satisfying… paired with five more plates.
I think I need to mutilate one of Jassy’s toys and turn it into something with adult purpose.
Just last week our Peewee hit the 11-month mark. She’s a busy body—climbing up and down the stairs, running laps around the house and restaurant interiors. And she has three whole teeth: Two on the bottom and one on the top, with another big upper tooth is about to make its debut.
Jas jibber-jabbers constantly. Her wake-up chit-chat with herself makes my heart dip. I listen to her through the baby monitor and wonder what thoughts are bouncing around her mushrooming mind. (Probably something to do with wanting a bottle or scheming up a crib escape. I’d like to think she’s admiring her Chinoiserie wallpaper… maybe she is.)
She is consistently sleeping through the night (till 7am-ish), which is amaaaazing. And as far as foods go, she likes anything she can eat with her hands: baby meatballs, fish sticks, chicken nuggets, sweet potato chunks, any type of fruit. Doesn’t care for more than 5 bites of oatmeal (which comes on a spoon) or sitting in a highchair for longer than 7 minutes. She finishes most of her meals while on the run (I follow her around jamming chunks of food in her mouth) or on my hip.