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Mexican Take Out Dinner for Two |
this is a blog about the food in my life. what I eat, what I wanna eat, what I make, what I bake, what I wanna make and bake, ideas and recipes. it's also my thoughts on food or stories behind the meals. The lyric references are from my lifelong love of classic rock and funk and from working a hunnerd years in music retail.
Showing posts with label sides. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sides. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 22, 2023
You See It's In the Blood
Tuesday, May 17, 2022
It Takes All Kinds of Kinds
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Mock Shake and Bake Chicken, Brown Rice and what I'm officially naming Mexican Cabbage Slaw |
Red cabbage (sliced thin)
Apple (your choice) (julienned) *sometimes I use Granny Smith, other times a sweeter Gala
Carrots (shaved)
Red onion (sliced thin)
Jalapenos (seeded and diced small)
Extra Virgin Olive Oil (a dash)
Apple Cider Vinegar to taste
Lime (1 squeezed over and wedges served alongside)
Cilantro (garnish and mixed in)
Lots of salt and freshly cracked pepper
Let this sit together awhile to develop flavors. I'm not a traditional coleslaw gal much, although I do enjoy it when it's not too sweet. This Mexican take revs up the vibrant colors and flavors. It's summery and refreshing. It makes a great side for burgers, chicken or Hot Dogs and gets better the more it marinates.
Labels:
Mexican Cabbage Slaw,
Miranda Lambert,
sides
Monday, July 10, 2017
Green Grape Organic Chicken with Store Bought Sides
When you want to eat good but you just can't engage yourself to go in that kitchen and cook. Green Grape grocery has organic rotisserie chicken. They need a layaway plan for those suckers though. But a tired girl needs desperate measures. Plus they have really great tasting sides that someone makes with thought and care, like this peppery coleslaw and potato salad.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Can't You Hear Me Knocking?
A fun lunch for a bad occasion. Our good friend was being sent to prison. Not a good day. We needed to say goodbye or good luck or something although all the words seemed wrong. Do you ever wonder if you make any difference at all in any person's life? Your words or your concern, your gestures, your intent. People say beautiful things to me occasionally but within a few hours I usually forget they ever said them. I usually think they are just trying to be nice anyway but I know what the real truth is.
When P overshoots and tells me something too nice, I immediately wonder why he felt he needed to go overboard. Am I that big of a mess? Why would he patronize me?
I try to be sincere when offering advice or encouragement. I don't have any answers I know that but you got to come up with something at times like these. Like the freak that I am I had brought with me to the restaurant little cut out picture figures of all of us so T could put them up on his wall and think of happier times. A pic of P's from the back carrying a 12pk of beer home on a cold winter day. A pic of me trying to look badass with my bike gear on crossing a bridge and so on. But I lost the nerve to give them to him. After hearing all of his new reality, it felt like a mockery. So there they were looking up at me from the bottom of my purse as if to say good job asshole.
Even the food which was amazing by the way, fell a little flat. Beef brisket and pulled pork sandwiches from the Smoke Joint. Sides of mac and cheese which I think was their best ever, baked beans, corn bread, coleslaw and BedStuy potato salad. These are winning dishes. We ate and talked, but I don't remember the food at all this day.
Labels:
beef brisket,
pulled pork,
Rolling Stones,
sides,
Smoke Joint BBQ
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