Posts Tagged ‘Eggs’
Hi everyone! Sorry I’ve been MIA for so long. Working is hard!!
Let’s get down to business. When we last talked we I was running an experiment here at Casa de Crazy with HAM, to see if I could kill Sean. Good news: Sean is fine. Bad news: Ham is delicious, and now we have another item of porky badness to add to our mostly pork arsenal.
First I used the leftover roasted pork to make tacos. It looked like this, and it was amazing:
Onions, meat, cheese, and leftover salsa from a few posts back. Yum.
Served with a cold, hoppy Union Jack.
Poor Sean. On top of my “allergy experiments” he lives with this.
I swear that during the day this was a cute outfit of black slouchy boots, black leggings, and a dress, but then I got home, and took off the boots, and put on ugly slippers over my ugly socks. Even Ginger looks embarassed.
The next morning we had ham fried rice with a fried egg on top. We cut some chard from the garden and used green onions and a dash of oyster sauce, soy sauce, and fish sauce. It was way better than the Spam fried rice I made a while back.
The next dish: warm lentil salad with celery, carrots, onion, garlic, parsley, bay leaf, thyme, and a vinagrette… oh and HAM! Served with roasted cauliflower.
Not a beautiful picture, but my belly was appreciative.
Since Sean was still not dead, I also made split pea soup with the ham bone. We drizzled some Pasolivo California olive oil over the top, and it was warm and satisfying.
Sean didn’t get a single hive, and I still have more ham left in the freezer! I’m pretty stoked to find out that Sean’s allergy was probably due to some overprocessed ham he’d had in the past, because everything we had was awesome.
Ham! Fuck yeah!!
After “Hamfest 2008” I made a potato pizza, served with a nice Firestone Pale Ale. Sean thought it might be too carby, but it was pretty good with olive oil and rosemary.
Serve with arugula salad with shaved onions, lemon juice, olive oil, salt and pepper.
In other news:
Soon we’re going to have tomatoes from our own garden.
And the hollyhock is doing a good job of looking pretty and keeping bugs off the important plants.
Sean, being the saint that he is, got me a bell to go on my bike. He is SOOOOOOOOO much nicer than I am (and never tries to kill me.)
That’s a pretty swanky bike, huh? She just needs a name now.
I’m sure you’re all bored with me, and I have some beers to drink, and then throw on the lawn (this is one of my favorite things to do when I’m home at my parents: Throw beers on the lawn to watch my dad come outside and yell “Goddamn Kids!” while I giggle from the porch. He gets so mad so easily, and I am so easily entertained.)
Happy Friday everyone! And remember: Don’t be a queer, have a beer!
Sorry I haven’t been around to write the last couple of days. It’s been sort of crazy around here, but crazy in the best possible way.
First, I got a new job. I wasn’t really stoked about it, and I was supposed to start on my birthday (Saturday,) but then something amazing happened.
I got another job at my favorite place on earth! So, instead of starting at my first new job, I quit on my birthday, and am starting tomorrow at my second new job at my favorite place on earth. Needless to say, I am super excited!
Friday night I wanted something unspicy, since we had been eating chile verde leftovers all week, and our stomachs needed a break (if you know what I mean.) So we made pizza dough, and topped it with caramelized onions, leeks, and mushrooms, and a mix of ricotta and goat cheese.
I think it was missing something, and next time I’ll add a sauce of some sort, maybe pesto.
The crust on that pizza was a little retarded, but it doesn’t really matter. We made a second pizza, and there are still leftovers in the fridge. That one was prettier, but I didn’t take any pictures. I must have been drunk
Saturday, Sean had plans to surprise me with a birthday lunch of hot dogs, but since I had the day off we went to Taco Temple instead. It was amazing (as always) but I forgot my camera, so there are no pictures of the calamari and halibut tacos. If you’ve never been to the Taco Temple you need to drag your scrawny butt there, and bring your appetite. It’s incredible. Huge pieces of grilled halibut, on a bed of greens, not even pretending to be a “taco” until you get to the very bottom of the plate, and notice that there are two smallish corn tortillas at the bottom. It’s really good.
After that we went to the brewery, or as I like to call it “my favorite place earth,” for a birthday beer or three.
Then home for burgers. I know. I’m a low-fi kinda girl. It really doesn’t take much more than burgers and beers to make me happy on my birthday.
First we had another beer.
And then we talked about opening some wine, which we somehow (wisely) decided would be a bad idea, but I think we may have had some in the fridge. (OK, we did have some leftover Fat Boy in the fridge that we drank.)
Sean told me I couldn’t tell you about this wine, because it’s our favorite wine in the world, and we don’t want you to buy it out from under us. It truly is amazing, and not to be wasted by drunken morons who have already had too much beer.
Don’t be like us.
Then we lit the fire, grilled some onions, cooked some bacon, fired some burgers, melted some cheese onto them, fried a few eggs, and sliced some pickles. It looked like this.
When you put it all together it looks like this:
Burger with cheese.
Perfectly cooked soft centered egg.
(That picture just does not want to load, so you’re going to have to use your imagination.)
Put some grilled onions on top of that egg.
Put some bacon on top of those onions.
I also sliced up some half sour pickles, and put a little mustard on there, so the sourness would cut through all the richness of everything else. Then I smushed it all down so the egg would run all over.
It was a perfect birthday dinner with my super amazing boyfriend. I’m one lucky girl.
And, as always don’t forget the beer.
We also had a pretty amazing day on Sunday.
Sean’s getting me a bike for my birthday (did I not tell you he’s the greatest guy EVAR?) So, we went bike shopping. I think I’ve decided on an Electra Amsterdam bike in black with eight speeds. It’s going to be bitching.
We really worked up a thirst shopping so we had to go to the brewery to rehydrate.
After that we decided to pretend we were in Long Beach at Joe Jost’s for the weekend, and we picked up a case of Pabst Blue Ribbons, and the makings for a “special.”
Joe Jost’s sells a “special” which is basicallly a hot dog on a piece of rye, with mustard, jack cheese and a pickle, served with spicy pickled eggs and pretzels. I had made a loaf of rye bread, but the butcher wasn’t open, so we had to resort to brats, but we had pickled eggs from Joe Jost’s in the fridge and pretzels to go on the side.
The bread wasn’t as tasty as I thought it could have been. It needed more rye flour, but it was still pretty good, and almost like being at the bar thanks to the cold PBRs.
We also added some grilled onions and garlic, because we could. The Joe Jost police weren’t there to tell us not to.
Overall, it was a fantastic weekend, even though my best friend flaked on dinner last night, and I was pissed, but that’s sort of just the way she is. Whatever, Sean and the dogs and I had a great time, and 29 doesn’t seem so bad so far.
Yesterday morning I realized that we had some leftover chorizo from the beans we made Sunday, so I decided to quickly cook it up for my favorite breakfast ever. That’s right… I know this is going to sound crazy, but I like chorizo tacos better than bacon and eggs.
And now I’m mortified that you know my dirty little secret. Bacon is King, but these are pretty damn good. And, whatevs. Chorizo is still pork, so I’m not totally crazy.
First I chopped up half an onion. Cooked it for a couple of minutes. Then added half a pound of chorizo. Cooked it for a couple of minutes. Then I added 4-5 beaten eggs. A couple of them had double yolks, so I can’t remember how many I actually added. Heat up some tortillas on the griddle and serve with cheese, salsa and if you’re lucky bloody marys, or micheladas. (We had neither, as it was just a Tuesday morning breakfast and Sean frowns on me serving cocktails before noon on weekdays. Unless we’re really hungover, but that’s a whole different can of worms.)
That last picture looks sorta gross (why do my finished product pictures always look disgusting?), but it was awesome. I wish we could eat this way every day.
This dish takes less than ten minutes to prepare, and is so satisfying, it’s worth the effort. Now if I can only get some damn beers with it next time.
Finally a picture.
So, here’s the story: Sean and I buy the three cheese frozen pizzas from Trader Joe’s. Not the two or the four cheese ones. Those are gross. Last time Adam (my brother) came to visit, we did a taste test, and the three cheese pizza was the definite winner. We use the cheese pizzas as a base for any toppings we want. They’re so much simpler than making our own pizza dough, especially for those nights when we’ve had too many beers at the brewery and we just need a quick dinner before we pass out on the couch with the dogs. (We do make our own dough sometimes too, but that’s usually reserved for not so drunk nights.)
So, what you do to make pizza eggs is cut a few pieces of bacon up, and fry them in a pan. Then arrange them on a frozen pizza, so that there are four openings for eggs to fit in.
We cook the pizzas in our toaster oven, because it’s much easier to heat up than the big oven. I set the heat to 450 which is as high as our oven will go. Cook the pizza and bacon for five minutes. Then take the pizza out and crack an egg into each hole. Be careful not to let eggs run all over the place. I broke one of the yolks, which sort of sucked, so it would probably be better to crack the eggs into ramekins first to ensure that you don’t have broken yolks.
Put the pizza back in the oven to bake until the whites are set on the eggs. Don’t judge us because the oven is dirty. I bet yours is too.
Here the eggs are almost set.
Give the pizza a little shake when the eggs look done. If they’re too wobbly let them cook a little more until the whites are set.
In the meantime, I made a little salad of arugula and finely shaved onion, that I dressed with lemon juice, olive oil, and salt and pepper.
Open yourself a bottle of wine. In the interest of full disclosure, we had already had too many beers at this point, and the wine was a bad idea. Also, this is a bad picture of some really damn fine wine.
When your pizza’s done take it out and sprinkle it with some salt and pepper. You could have done that earlier when you first put the eggs on the pizza, but I forgot.
Slice the pizza, and then toss your greens with the dressing, and pile them on top of the pizza.
Be sure not to trip over any dogs on the way to the table.
It would have been more delicious if I didn’t overcook the eggs, and the oozy yolk had drizzled everywhere, but maybe next time I’ll get it right. It probably would have been tasty too to grate some fresh Parmesan over the top of the pizza, but I already told you I was too drunk to remember to do that.
This was a really good dinner. You should try it.
I’ve been talking about pizza eggs for a while. I could hear the doubt in Sean’s voice every time I brought it up, but I was convinced they would be a masterpiece.
Lo and behold: I was right. Just like always.
I kid. I’m just right sometimes, but I’m really happiest when my food hunches turn out to be extra delicious.
See evidence below:
Or not. I can’t seem to figure out how to upload pictures.
I’ll be back.