{July 13, 2011}   Murder by Bacon

I know that some of my friends don’t eat/like bacon and I can respect that, but at my house tonight we accidentally celebrated Decatur Baconfest 2011. You see, G had the day off and was scheduled to make some salmon and turnip greens. Then, the unthinkable happened: Adele/Big Fattie/Kit Kat, the half-wild black kitten we’re babysitting disappeared. G spent two hours tearing the ENTIRE HOUSE apart (even though she’s been confined to the spare room until she is adjusted). He was so worried, that I left work an hour early to do my own thorough search (let’s just say I’ve lost a cat or two – temporarily – and felt I was an expert). I searched and I searched and I…didn’t find her.

So, I did what any self-respecting gal would do. I grabbed a bottle of wine out of the fridge and a glass from the shelf and said, “I’ll be on the couch drinking this while you make dinner.” And make dinner he did. We ended up eating salmon with bacon braised greens and bacon brown rice.

G made a dill compound butter to slather on the salmon pre-roast, cooked up some brown basmati rice flavored with bacon grease and then braised some turnip greens (minus that slug he had to wash off that one leaf, hazards of shopping at the farmer’s market where EVERYTHING is fresh) and spinach in bacon grease. He piled it on the plate and garnished with — wait for it — bacon crumbles!!

I’d show you a picture, but I was way to busy scarfing (or as one of my most favorite authors, Karin Slaughter, said in her book tour blog — “nomming” it) to take a photo. She’s not only an amazing murder mystery writer, but she’s also an engaging speaker, a real champion of libraries and HILARIOUS. As a bonus, she lives right here in my very own city!! Fingers crossed that I’ll run into her one day and can be a tongue tied fan or her new bff (whichever she prefers).

p.s. we found the kitty, but we lost a few baseboards in the process.

{July 9, 2011}   YDFM Lovefest

I can’t even begin to tell you how great it is to live back near Your Dekalb Farmer’s Market. Not only can you get $150 worth of groceries for $60, but it also has such a huge variety of food! I’ve been going to YDFM each weekend and have been happily up to my eyebrows in fresh produce. This has, of course, inspired me to cook.

This morning, I noticed that I had several bananas and two mangos that were super ripe (and on the verge of being over ripe). What to do? What to do? Oh yeah, let’s make something. G is working tonight, so I sat down and Googled “mango banana” to see what kinds of recipes were out there. I found a few that looked good and prepared for greatness.

All decked out in my favorite apron (pardon the mess on top of the fridge, cabinet space is limited).

The first recipe is for Banana Mango Bread. I didn’t have any walnuts at the house, so I used sliced almonds. I also made mini-loaves instead of making two big loaves so that I can give them out at work next week. Other than those two tweaks, I used the recipe as is and man is it good. It’s so moist and flavorful. I could have eaten the batter raw…and maybe I did, but that’s neither here nor there. See how well they turned out:

Delicious Mango-Banana Loaves, hot from the oven!

I still had one banana and one mango left on the shelf that needed using, so I whipped up a batch of Mango-Banana Frozen Yogurt. I peeled and pureed the mango and banana and mixed it together with one container of 0% fat vanilla Greek yogurt, one teaspoon vanilla and two tablespoons of honey. I poured that mixture into the ice cream maker and voila!

Healthy and delicous!

Needless to say G will be one happy boy when he gets home tonight. Do you shop at the farmer’s market? What has it inspired you to make?

{July 8, 2011}   Chickens Are Assholes

Don’t give me that look. It’s true. Chickens are assholes. I know because when I was little, we had chickens and it was my job to gather the eggs. First, you had to make sure the rooster was no where to be seen, because those spurs on his legs aren’t decorations. Assuming you evade death by rooster, you then have to sneak up on the hens and ever so gently slip your hand under their roosting bodies and snatch that egg real quick like. If you aren’t quick enough, that asshole chicken is going to peck you. Hard.

That being said, I still wish I had a couple of chickens…and maybe a milk cow.

et cetera