Arugula, pear, pomegranate seeds, candied pecans, and fried goat cheese medallions.
It’s been a few days since my last post. I’ve been pretty busy planing for my husband’s birthday. I cooked a 7 course meal – everything homemade including bread! The salad was first with the bread and the rest followed.
Cucumber-dill gelatinous mousse on toast with shrimp and a dill sprig
Caprese skewer wrapped in prosciutto
Grilled artichokes with a creole remoulade and whipped garlic butter
Dried apricots topped with goat cheese, honey roasted almonds, and drizzled with honey
Filet mignon, creamy, garlic mashed potatoes, and broccolini
Peanut butter pie with an Oreo crust
My photos got lazier as the evening went on. It was a full day of cooking and prepping.
Have a wonderful week! Happy Monday!
Venezuelan Arepas with Reina Pepiada filling.
One of my favorite things to do is cook. It makes me happy (mostly – not chopping onions or shredding chicken) and it is something I can always improve on. There is always another recipe or a dish I haven’t made.
The inspiration for this dish came from my best friend’s wife who is from Venezuela. She made these for the Super Bowl and they are sooo yummy!! She didn’t have an actual recipe and just listed out the ingredients. I feel like these types of recipes are the best. Chicken, avocado, mayonnaise, cilantro, jalapeño, onion, lime, salt, and pepper for the filling. Corn flour, water, and salt for the Arepas. It ends up like a corn flour based English muffing with the chicken and avocado salad filling.
I will definitely make them again.
A hazy calima from Western Africa at 11am.
As I sat on the edge of the boat, I admired the way nature is incredibly unique and awe inspiring. This phenomenon called a calima is the result of a dust or sand storm from Western Africa blowing west over the ocean and passing over the Canary Islands.
This picture, without filters, was taken around 11am or so but it felt as if it were the golden hour. It was a surreal experience as we floated on the open waters, watching the pilot whales and dolphins swim by with their babies.
Have a wonderful week!
My cuddle buddy.
I’m not a big football fan
This is where I would rather be
Next to my dog and my man
It’s a Netflix night for me
The Botanist, Newcastle
The art of escape
Comes naturally to me
When I most need it
Find my happy place
Where no one can bother me
Stay there for a while
In this place I go
Anything is possible
Yet nothing is real
The view into Edinburgh.
I stand there silently with my hands in my coat pockets. I actively listen to the conversation and try to speak up. Nothing comes out of my mouth. Not a sound. Ok, how about now? Nope, he keeps talking. Now? No, now someone else is sharing. Well, now it’s too late for my anecdote. I’ll pocket that one for another time. This series of events happens over and over. I start thinking about how this must look to the other people standing in this small circle and talking. I just stand there, hoping to find a little break in the conversation to say something, but every time it is too late. I smile and nod my head. I might manage the occasional mm-hmm or how awful. Nothing of substance.
How much longer do I have to stay here and pretend? This is exhausting, saying nothing.
Where am I supposed to look while standing here? Making eye contact would be too much I think. Staring at my feet would be weird. I try to look at whoever is talking without looking too hard.
I start to realize that all this while I have been picking at the cuticle of my right thumb in my pocket. It’s starting to hurt. I try to stop but now I am thinking about my cuticles and I have no idea what they are talking about.
It feels like forever before people start to grab their things and head to their cars. Finally I can leave. I get in my car and notice my thumb is bleeding. I put a bandaid on it. Now both of my thumbs have bandaids. I’m so glad it is Friday. I need a nap.