Ok, so this post could be about lots of things. It could be about the splurge dinner that we had last night, and it will be a little. It could be about the amazing job I did of caramelizing a red onion. And it will be. It will also be pictures of all the food I've neglected to post photos of over the past week, and for my adorable readers, who are both harpies, and Harpers, some pictures of my adorable kitchen.
We begin with parmesan-crusted chicken. As you may recall, it was served with a salad on top instead of alongside.
I think that dredging in flour, as the recipe suggests, would make the coating stick better after the eggwash, but for a first try at an old favorite, it was quite the tasty.
Next up on our roll of photos will be several photos of our grilled pizza Sunday night, complete with pictures of my grill, Jesse, and the gut that I develop when sitting in a hammock holding a plate in my lap. I'm not ashamed.
The nommy grilled pizza that we made. Well.... one of them. We split the dough into two pizzas so that we could grill them evenly.
And here's my grill!! My daddy painted it green for me, which is good because a character like me can't have a plain-colored grill!!
And here is Jesse!! Happy to be eating!!
And here I am with my hammock gut. Sexy.
Last night, we had Poor Man's Au Poivre, although really only a rich man could afford it. Rachael Ray calls it Pepper-Crusted Beef Tenderloin with Mushroom-Marsala Gravy, and Roasted Asparagus. And I think we all call it "Nommy". Unless you're a vegetarian. In which case, I pity your life choice. Anyways, it was a lovely dinner, albiet a bit... warm for last night. Although, since we ended up soaking up the cream sauce with hunks of bread after the tenderloins were gone, I think it was well worth it:
Tonight, I took some pictures of our kitchen while making Farfalle with Chicken, Tomatoes, Caramelized Onions, and Goat Cheese. Here they are, with no real explanation unless it's incredibly necessary.
We have a wine rack above our fridge. Seriously. Built in. Be jealous, or afraid, which ever. We also have a full-sized stove, in a New York City apartment. I'm in heaven.
And those would be my cookbooks. In a cabinet. No, not all of them. But some. Enough? Maybe, maybe not. We'll see.
And of course, tonight's dinner: