The conclusion of football season is approaching – a bitter feeling tempered only by the exciting onset of college basketball season! (Go Hawks!) The following recipe was so delicious that I had no hang time between completion and consumption – thus the lack of photo!
So, I’m finally back with a delicious, soup-stew hybrid – hence “Stoop” (I’m incredibly committed to this goofy recipe name game) that is meant to ease the transition from one of the greatest sports known to humanity to the other. I made this “Stoop” extremely chunky, but that’s up to your discretion!
“Stoop” for your (BCS) Bowl
Ingredients (feel free to add/subtract based on your preferences)
1.5 lb. stew beef
1/4 c. grapeseed oil (Olive Oil is for sissies)
3 large carrots, sliced
5 white potatoes (perfect starch content for this stew), cut into chunks
1 yellow onion, finely chopped
3 cups homemade stewed tomatoes (or one can stewed tomatoes)
3 celery stalks, chopped
4 cups seasoned vegetable broth (I season mine with plenty of thyme, basil, oregano, marjoram, dried parsley, and rosemary. Just boil any root veggies you have with these spices, reduce to a simmer, and cover – a few hours on the stovetop will create an amazing veggie broth that can substitute for store-bought broths in any recipe. Remove the root veggies before using and freeze leftovers!)
Salt to taste
1/4 c. full-bodied red wine (CRITICAL for the end result!)
2 cans tomato paste
1. Combine the veggies and broth in a crockpot.
2. In a skillet, briefly sear the stew meat in the grapeseed oil to lock in flavors. Add to the crockpot.
3. Cook on Low for 7-8 hours. Add the wine and tomato paste near the end.
4. Enjoy! This is by far the heartiest soup I’ve had. Delicious!
One generally satisfied customer...eh, except for the Chiefs issues.
Update: I will admit when I’m wrong. Though I maintain my opinion that its roots were totally unoriginal, Modern Family got considerably better, less cheap, and more creative after “Deer P*nis” press time and Community failed to improve consistently; and as a result, I give both comedies a solid B for their first seasons.
There are a few things that I need to get off my chest. Please don’t be upset.
I need to talk to you about your prime-time comedies. I tell you these things for your own good.
First, Modern Family is an unforgivably cheap imitation of the two most venerable comedies of the last decade, relying on stolen goods shamelessly and constantly and stifling its own creative instincts where they arise. It falls flat in every definable comedic category.
Yes, it has gotten consistently rave reviews. But I’m sure you’d agree with me when I say – people are stupid.
Ugh. Too easy.
The only comedy that has done the docu/interview splice with any savvy is The Office, and Modern Family attempts to combine the pirated “interview” style with the “mockumentary” single-camera technique of Arrested Development – the difference is, the actors of AD were brilliant comedians and intelligent individuals who understood wit, satire and timing, while the MF actors clearly do not (the proof, as they say, is in the badly timed and over-acted pudding). The MF cast reads as a mish-mash of marginally talented “actors” (as in, non-comedians) who are extremely good at copycatting the style of true comedians like Steve Carell, Chevy Chase, Jason Bateman and Jeffrey Tambor. The premise and plot are stale and stereotyped.
Modern Family expects no intelligence of its audience. This offends me.
I expect originality and wit from my comedies, or at the very least purposeful hyperbole (It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, anyone?). For this reason, The American incarnation of The Office has earned a “pass” from my judgmental heart. The fact that this show was British first set the bar high for wit and sarcasm, which is consistently delivered – with a healthy dose of America’s favorite: bonehead slapstick.
The original "Michael Scott"
While the characters I grew to love for their subtlety and believability have become broad, ridiculous caricatures of who they once were (Dwight Shrute, I’m looking at you), the entire production is still a clinic on how to do slapstick with a brain. Ed Helms has become delightfully funny, and Mindy Kaling is always hilarious.
The Office seems to straddle the line between those who still laugh when someone says “deer penis” (Saying “deer penis” with a straight face does NOT equal “deadpan” comedy) and those who appreciate Creed Bratton’s character comedy. (The number of facebook status updates that quoted Dwight’s “deer penis” statement was definitely disconcerting.) Just because YOU find it funny, Jeff Cargill, does not make it “genius” or “brilliant.”
A brief blurb on Parks & Recreation – I consider this a fairly benign comedy that is, unlike Modern Family, less an Office rip-off than its beloved only child. There are very few risks taken, and therefore very little about which to cry “foul.” Large mustaches are funny, Rashida Jones is cute and Amy Pohler has perfected the awkward pause/camera stare. It doesn’t hurt that she’s married to Will Arnett.
See? Large Mustache. Funny.
All this brings me to Community.
Community is among the most intelligent and creative comedies on television. It is quick-witted, the actors are truly original comedians, and I am consistently impressed by its cleverness. Joel McHale (whose day has finally come) heads up an accomplished cast that includes the always funny Chevy Chase, Gillian Jacobs (a Juilliard grad), Danny Pudi (of Marquette University and the respectable Second City), and Donald Glover (who wrote for 30 Rock and performed with Pohler and at the Upright Citizen’s Brigade). Ken Jeong plays Señor Chang (who is the only character that I consider an acknowledgement of Community’s attempt to lure a more remedial audience. With the exception of Ed Helms, The Hangover did not fulfill its potential - and neither does Ken Jeong).
Of course, Americans demand so little of their comedies (and their own intellects) that they are consistently satisfied by watching people fall down, get kicked in the crotch, get hit in the face, or say “deer penis.” (See last week’s episode of 30 Rock for a cleverly embedded acknowledgement of this fact). Community, boldly, respectably and perhaps stupidly, is so confident in its excellent, incisive material that it doesn’t do “the 30 Rock” – as in, it doesn’t throw together a constant bombardment of jokes at all levels of comedic intake to satisfy both the remedial and more sophisticated comedic tastes of its viewing audience.
This is Community’s strength – as well as what may prove to be its downfall. Community is the Diane Court of primetime comedy – it could go through four years of high school with few friends, despite its beauty and intelligence, simply because most people lack the courage to experience the sheer ecstasy of an intellectual comedy that demands more than the brain waves of a couch potato. What Community needs is a Lloyd Dobbler – someone to bring it to the party and introduce it around. Someone to let people know that it’s OK to like it, even though you may not understand it right away, because you will be better off having known it.
What does your favorite comedy say about you?
Arrested Development: You know your comedy, your comedians and your quotables.
The Office: Fish & Chips with a double bacon cheeseburger on top. You appreciate a good British Import, but with a heavy dose of USA.
30 Rock: You’re willing to overlook your candidate pandering to the masses if his overall politics are solid.
Parks & Rec: You followed Amy Pohler from SNL because she deserved her shot, and since The Office isn’t an hourlong comedy, you’ll stick around for it.
Modern Family: You were late finding out about Arrested Development. You like watching Leno. Community: You can get A’s without studying. Everything is a social commentary. You like Letterman.
I will undoubtedly run out of creative blog titles to make my recipes seem more interesting. I just feel that cooking something halfway decent is an art – and the (somewhat rare) successes deserve colorful titles.
My dear, sweet, thoughtful friend Layna staked out the perfect cookbook for me and sent it to me for my birthday. It’s full of recipes that are simple, delicious, and amenable to the addition of my own creative touches. The following recipe was adapted from Cooking Light’s Dinner Tonight Cookbook.
Chicken Breasts stuffed with Artichokes & Goat Cheese
Ingredients:
3 tablespoons almond flour (the perfect breadcrumb substitute) seasoned with
2 tsp. italian herb blend OR any favorite tasty herbs (oregano and thyme come to mind)
2 tsp. grated lemon peel
pinch of salt
bigger pinch of black pepper
One jar of marinated artichoke hearts, drained and chopped
3 ounces goat cheese
2-3 chicken breasts, pounded thin
Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Combine all ingredients (except the chicken breasts) in a bowl. Spoon several spoonfuls of the cheese/artichoke mixture onto the chicken breasts and roll up. Cook on the stove in a frying pan on medium heat for about 3 minutes per side to lock in the juices (I’m still getting used to this part), then transfer to the oven and bake for another 20 minutes or so.
I added my own Paleo-friendly side-dish, once again turning to the Spaghetti Squash. This time I cut the squash in half lengthwise and placed the squash, cut-sides down, in a glass baking dish with a bit of water in the bottom. I baked for 40 minutes and tossed on the stove with pan-wilted spinach.
The finished product - Art-i-chicken with Spaghetti squash!
Delicious, fast, filling, and homemade! Makes me happy.
We’ve lived outside Philadelphia for a few months now and have had ample opportunity to do both the touristy stuff (well worth it) and some off-the-beaten-path stuff. A random sample of my favorites from the tourist-circuit follows.
The crowd outside tourist trap Pat's waiting for their Cheesesteaks.
Pat’s (above) and its competition, Geno’s (below) stand on opposite sides of the same intersection and peddle the classic Philly staple: the Cheesesteak. Neither are truly Philly’s best, but both are wildly successful, kitschy, and in an obviously beneficial pseudo-symbiotic relationship that should be the subject of multiple economic studies.
THERE IS A RIGHT WAY TO ORDER A CHEESESTEAK. Say this: “Yeeah, canigetta Wiz wit?” They will know.
Phil-licious.
Independence Mall, while bustling during the day with large groups of Asian tourists and their gigantic cameras and school groups on the Duck Tour Bus, empties out at night and becomes eerily quiet. Though you don’t feel transported into the past, you do feel a greater appreciation for the significance of the area. Most people go home and watch National Treasure immediately after the Mall at Night experience, I’m told.
Independence Hall at night.
The Liberty Bell, resting after a long day's work.
What I’ve found so striking in my 3 visits to the Liberty Bell is that no one actually looks at it – instead they stand in front of it and have their photo taken.
The city from the bridge.
The Walt Whitman Bridge and the Delaware Memorial Bridge both afford striking views of the city. The view is nearly always enough to shut me up. I love crossing these bridges, traffic be damned.
The tower at Independence Hall.
The famous stairs to the Philadelphia Museum of Art.
I truly have come to adore Philadelphia, and I’m so happy we were able to find a home nearby. Next step: Taking ownership of South Jersey. (I’m working on it.)
The title is not meant to imply that this recipe is adapted from the menu at the Road Kill Cafe.
We made the road trip to our home state last week, and I plotted and planned different dishes that were portable, protein-filled, and delicious straight from the cooler. One of these adapted recipes follows – and was so good that I had to make myself a plate for lunch today. Wrapped individually, these were the perfect on-the-road meal.
Mini Turkey Meatloaf (adapted from the Cooking Light Dinner Tonight cookbook)
Ingredients/Instructions:
Saute:
1 cup white onion, chopped
4 garlic cloves, minced
splash of olive oil
Add to:
6 tbsp. almond flour (breadcrumb substitute)
2 tbsp. fresh Italian parsley
2 tsp. Worcestershire sauce (I spelled that right the first time!)
pinch of salt
bigger pinch of pepper
1 tsp. oregano
1/2 tsp. thyme
1/4 tsp. red pepper flakes
1/4 tsp. cayenne pepper
4 tbsp. ketchup
2 egg whites
1 lb. ground turkey
Place 1/2 c. balls of the above mixture onto 5×5 squares of wax paper and place the loaded squares into the cups of a muffin baking tin. Press the meat lightly so the shape conforms to the tin within the wax paper sheets. Paint each mini loaf with a bit of ketchup mixed with wing sauce and bake at 350 degrees for 40 minutes.
For my lunch I added a side of acorn squash – halved and baked cut-side down for 40 minutes at 350 degrees. Acorn squash is sweet all on its own and needs nothing but to be scooped from the skin and enjoyed!
I drive by a very enthusiastic cow nearly every day I go to work. This cow spends its mornings outside the Cinnaminson Chick-Fil-A dancing, waving and holding up a sign encouraging me to “Eat Mor Chikin.” Because I have an odd fondness for this cow – and maybe even a tiny hidden desire to wear that cow suit and Be-Bop on the street corner – I said to myself one day, “All right, Cow. I will. I will eat more Chikin.”
Spence is a master griller and cooks the most tender, juicy chicken in the world (whereas I always manage to overcook and overmarinate mine). For this delicious dinner, Spence was on the Chicken Steering Committee and I was on the No Less Important Side Dish Committee.
Quite simply, after our standard marinade of crushed garlic and olive oil, Spence basted the chicken with wing sauce continually as it grilled. Then he garnished with Parsley and arranged it on a platter (all right – I did that part).
The No Less Important Side Dish committee had been working tirelessly on an exciting and delicious green bean recipe. The results follow – and absolutely did not disappoint!
Ingredients:
6 slices Nitrite and Nitrate-free bacon
Fresh Farmer’s Market white onion, chopped
Fresh Farmer’s Market green beans
1 cup homemade vegetable broth (easy to make – just boil tons of root veggies and spices for a few hours and taste.)
I cut the uncooked bacon into jagged chunks and cooked in a lightly greased pan with the onion.
Once the bacon and onions were cooked to the satisfaction of the NLISDC, I added the beans and vegetable broth, covered, and cooked at medium heat until most of the broth cooked off and the beans took on a caramelized look – about 30 minutes. The deliciousness was outburst-worthy!
So I’ve gotten into “exploratory cooking” of late – I’ve had many failed substitution attempts (some were seriously misguided – we had a kitchen meltdown over a failed Jalapeno Popper experiment) but overall I’ve found some fantastic products that are not only yummy and unique, but more nutritious than their predecessors.
First up – coconut flour (Bob’s Red Mill Coconut Flour is expensive but easy to find). Apparently there’s an entire coconut flour movement out there, at the helm of which is the book Cooking with Coconut Flour: A Delicious Low-Carb, Gluten-Free Alternative to Wheat by Bruce Fife. Most of the recipes I found involving coconut flour were adaptations of recipes from Fife’s very enthusiastic book. Coconut milk has also become a staple in our house.
As with any recipe that adapts an existing favorite by shifting a fundamental ingredient, it took my palate a moment to adjust to the more FULL flavor of coconut flour. According to Fife, 100% of the flour in baked goods can be replaced with coconut flour.
This delicious McCoconut Biskin Breakfast was brought to you by Spence (Biskin = Biscuit + Muffin). It’s as sweet and flavorful as a McGriddle (not that I’ve had one…) and far more versatile. And far less likely to make your butt too big for the car seat.
Delicious, moist, sweet coconut flour Biskins
Combine the following:
3 Eggs
2 tbs. melted butter
2 tbs. coconut milk
3 tbs. Really Raw natural honey
1/4 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. pure vanilla extract
Add:
1/4 cup coconut flour
1/4 tsp. baking powder
Thoroughly mix, pour into muffin cups, and bake at 400 degrees for 15 minutes. Add a sausage patty and you’re golden!
Spence and I, by the grace of the Chemlawn guy, hunted down a bar in the heart of South Philly (ya know, the type of area where people still refer to longtime acquaintances as “from th’ neighborhood”) that is a 100%, gung-ho, true-fan Chiefs joint.
Notice the Arrowhead in the window - akin to the single candle in a window one can see in many homes across the East Coast.
It began in the late 70’s when Big Charlie himself promised the Chiefs gods his unswerving loyalty if they delivered on a bet he’d placed. They did – and since then the establishment has flourished as an oasis for born Chiefs fans and a safe-haven for converted Eagles fans across the city. Big Charlie’s is filled with Philly natives who fell in love with the Chiefs years ago for reasons that are as varied as they are delightful. One gentleman has been a Chiefs supporter ever since Joe Delaney died attempting to save 3 children from drowning in 1983. Another followed Dick Vermeil to the Church of Arrowhead and never looked back.
Big Charlie’s has been featured in a Chiefs documentary and has also been awarded a Sports Emmy, an award which they proudly display, and just last week BC’s reputation was further honored with a visit from none other than Chiefs General Manager Scott Pioli, the man responsible for 3 Patriots Super Bowls and now entrusted with the hopes & dreams of Arrowhead addicts everywhere.
Spence and I happened to stop by Big Charlie’s the day before the Chiefs played the Eagles in Philly – we wanted to scope out their Chiefs Room (memorabilia galore) and find out if this place existed outside our wildest dreams. We were immediately treated like family, met the entire “clan,” and were tipped off to Pioli’s visit that night. We returned hours later in full Chiefs regalia and were ushered into prime Pioli-meeting position by Michael, one of the hard-Philly guys who give Big Charlie’s its unique, frank, and fierce-family personality.
Not only did we get a handshake, but a picture (doesn’t Pioli look delighted to meet us?) and even a few words in. All in all, Spence was starstruck and I was overjoyed to find that a man of such methodical mystery was so kind, genuine and conversational in person.
We could have been the only people in the room that night. (Cue music and wistful stare)
The Chiefs didn’t deliver us the W in Philly, but the whole outing restored our enthusiasm for a new, better Chiefs all-around.
Alternate Title: WHY HAS NOBODY SEEN THIS MOVIE?!?
The title is overwrought. But truly – is there anyone more adorable, effortlessly funny or, well…ADORABLE than Paul Rudd? (Completely voluntary side-note: Besides my super adorable and effortlessly funny Feyonce.)
I was first introduced to Mr. Rudd when he played the sparkly-eyed ex-stepbrother of Alicia Silverstone’s Cher in the throes of his “post-adolescent idealistic phase.” Mr. Rudd brings those same sparkly eyes to I Could Never Be Your Woman, yet another delightful Rudd flick featuring Clueless vet Stacey Dash (a shamefully underrated actress) as well as the following smashingly awesome actors:
Michelle Pfeiffer (Have you seen a single woman in the last 30 years who is HOTTER than Michelle Pfeiffer? Sweet Jeez.)
Fred Willard (He played Ed Harken in Anchorman, and wasn’t too shabby in favorites like A Mighty Wind and Waiting For Guffman. You know who he is.)
Wallace Shawn (Vizzini in The Princess Bride – need I say more?)
Jon Lovitz (This man is absolutely hilarious in anything he does, whether on SNL, in a guest role on Friends or as the witless, well-intentioned teacher in the Dangerous Minds spoof High School High – incidentally, Dangerous Minds was the first movie I ever saw Michelle Pfeiffer in. Okay, that’s not true. It was Grease 2).
Sally Kellerman (Okay, nobody knows who this is. But you should.)
Tracey Ullman (I could do without her role in this movie. But sitting through a few minutes of Tracey Ullman as Mother Nature is a small price to pay.)
Henry Winkler (Two words – Barry Zuckercorn. Oh, and “eeeeeeeeyyy.”)
You absolutely cannot say “no” to a movie featuring a lineup like this. I would watch these people rearrange their sock drawers if I could.
But it’s not just the lineup that makes this movie a gem. It is also funny, sweet, timely and witty, with perfectly understated charm. The “funny” in this movie is less slapstick and more soul – rare and downright delightful. I simply cannot fathom that I didn’t hear about this movie before my free trial of Cinemax (3 months on-the-house with my new FIOS service, thankyouverymuch).
In all, silly title. But well worth moving to the top of your Netflix queue immediately.
…So I’m turning the Tide box over, climbing on top and hoping somebody listens – nay, THINKS – about what I’m about to say.
Though I am a cheerleader for preventative healthcare, medical research, and common-sense ways to care for oneself to keep oneself feeling healthy and vibrant both spiritually and physically, I simply do not understand why so few people challenge the status quo when it comes to “conventional wisdom.” (The Food Pyramid is Wrong.) Dr. Oz be damned, there’s more to the picture than anyone seems to see.
We’ve lost the concept of Self-Care entirely. It has been swallowed by the misinterpreted Medical Science heading, and the general frenzy of the unthinking masses has made all other Scientific fields secondary (Science is ”a branch of knowledge or study dealing with a body of facts or truths systematically arranged and showing the operation of general laws,” according to Dictionary.com; and “Medicine” according to Webster is “the science and art dealing with the maintenance of health.” I assert here that “medicine” has come to mean less the art and more the medicating, so let’s not split hairs on points of technical definition.) The only reality we see, the only diagnosis or treatment regimen we attempt, the only wisdom we take as truth are the scribbles on a Rx pad. Men and women carrying hundreds of excess pounds of body fat are diagnosed with Diabetes, gout, high blood pressure, what have you – and we cry publicly that a cure for Diabetes must be found! There are too many stingers on this scorpion to not seek other, equally scientific, non-medicinal sources for health. (Jesus did it, for example. And he said we could too. He said it, not me…I digress.)
The physical cure for many cases of Diabetes – and beyond that, for depression, exhaustion, addiction, even cancer in some cases – is proper, conscientious Self-Care. This includes the science of medicine, the science of Christ, the science of ecology – you name it. The treatment of disease (or, “absence of ease”) is what defines the medical field today, and it is a noble field indeed. But the ease of pill-popping and accepting a diagnosis made in a 15-minute office visit under the dark cloud of malpractice insurance has made us irresponsible, even ignorant, about our own capacity for prevention and healing. The medical system is currently completely overwhelmed and we must be more thoughtful about our self-care in order to bring it back to the center, clinically and financially.
We got off-track somewhere in the well-intentioned battle for better health and lost sight of the truths of our existence. We turn around post-accident, survey the wreckage and ask, “how can I un-mangle this?” The answer? Drive safely and attentively in the first place.
I’m melding two issues here by postulating that the Medical field is a branch of the Science of Existence and not the Science itself, while mentioning Jesus in the same breath. But there is a spiritual side to wellness that is equally scientific and medically verifiable, but unconventional and therefore often disregarded (unless it is invoked in a last-resort situation). But how can this be continually ignored when hospital infections alone account for as many as 18,000 premature deaths each year? Is this simply “par for the course?” Are we using our reasoning skills to answer the Health question, or are we reasoning backwards to justify the only healthcare system most of us have ever known?
We can make medical science better by exploring our existence as whole, loved, spiritual, healthy, resource-appreciative individuals, and possibly discover a more complete existence in the process.