Chrysanthemum salad with poached egg and warm bacon vinaigrette

In the spirit of gilding the (voodoo)lily, I thought I’d take the classic Salade Lyonnaise and take it in a different direction. Instead of the traditional frisée, I used crysanthemum leaves, which are slightly less bitter and impart a green, herbal note to balance the 

Because we are concerned about your health!

Okay, I totally stole the idea from Voodoo Donuts, but it’s so good, how could I not? I was in a stupid shittown grocery store that had maple bars and fried bacon in the deli. Two great tastes that taste great together. [Insert Homer Simpson 

Huevos Rancheros

I needed to take a little vacay from the blogging for a few days, because when my hobbies start to feel like a second job, I usually abandon them altogether. I don’t want that to happen! I don’t want to resent my blog. Also, I 

Heart Attack on a Plate

You ever wake up and feel like “fuck a bowl of oatmeal”? You ever want something so fattening, so boorish, so wrong that you’re just like “Fuck it, I’ll hafta run 5 miles to keep this off my ass but right now I’m going for 

Red Kale and Potato Tortilla

Spanish tortilla reminds me of a frittata. I suspect they are the Bobsey-twins of the egg family. It’s like an open-faced omelette that is started on the stove and finished in the oven. A perfect light supper or Saturday brunch. Núria can probably testify. Can 

Bela Lugosi’s Dead

I hafta use up the rest of the buttermilk in the fridge before it goes bad. Wait, does buttermilk even go bad? It’s already got cultures in it, right? That’s neither here nor there – I made biscuits. Delicious, fluffy buttermilk biscuits. I insist that 

Challah at ya girl

Barring a loaf of day-old brioche (like I have those just laying around), challah really does make the best French toast ever. And it can be purchased every Friday, giving you the very best fodder for an epic Saturday French toast and mimosas brunch. Challah 

Breakfast of Champions

This morning I was craving pancakes something fierce. Tragically, I lacked buttermilk, so I sent Hubz to the store. “Pick up some sausage and heavy whipping cream, too!” I needed something major – Hubz and I quit smoking last Monday, so my attitude this week