Home cookin'

Feb 24, 2015

"If we are fortunate enough, some of us grow up in a home where we learn that real, fresh food, cooked by you or me or him or her is best."
This was a quote from the cookbook of one of my favorite food bloggers, Jessica Merchant.
I've learned that you don't fully appreciate home cooked meals until you are the one cooking the food, in your own home.
I was raised by a mom who cooked real meals most nights of the week (and a father who loved to cook breakfast anddd breakfast for dinner, often).
Mom was also raised by a mom who cooked nearly every meal, from scratch.
My mom, aunts, and grandmother have an uncanny skill to make everything taste great.
Like GUHHHHREAT.
Our holidays and family get togethers are basically a never ending feast of greatness.
Because of the incredible examples these women have provided, I've always wanted to be a great wife who cooks fresh, new, great meals often.
Josh cooked a lot in college.
He somewhat slacked off over the last few years saying he would start cooking once we had a "real" kitchen. 
Although, he didn't let our lack of a real kitchen stop him from making a meaaaan steak (and also getting a second degree corneal grease burn in his eyeball)
Josh is a dabbler.
He comes across a new activity or feat and goes all out to learn every single thing he can about it.
He even learned Mandarin once. 
Just for fun.
He has to have ALL the gadgets (which is why we have TWO entire closets of our house dedicated to Josh's hobbies and his latest dabble of the day).
I think it's sweet.
My current favorite dabble of his is his beer brewing obsession.
He's five years strong, so maybe it's more of a long leisurely dip in the pool than a simple dabble?
The last few months (thanks to our brand spankin' new kitchen) he has been hardcore dabbling in the art of fine food.
He's not making easy mac.
He's slaving over recipes that take hours of prep work and recipes that call for many hard to find (not cheap) ingredients.
We have polar opposite cooking styles.
I like great food that doesn't involve much prep work and includes few, cheap ingredients.
I can't complain one bit because he has yet to make something that I didn't like.
Seeing his enthusiasm and his love for the art of food makes me happy, but most of all I absolutely love how proud he is of his work.
After a meal he will ask at least 10 times, "Sooooo on a scale of 1 to 10 . . . "
I get it.
It truly makes you feel good to bake something "from scratch".
His long winded, complicated recipe ways are rubbing off on me.
Although, baking my first buttermilk pie from scratch recently didn't quite rub me the right way.
It was primarily my waistline that was hurting after realizing the insane amount of butter, eggs, and sugar involved.
Ignorance was bliss.
I know it can easy to get in a lull and feel like you are running out of things to cook.
I love sharing new recipes and finding other's recipes online, so if you are in need of some new easy meals then check out these links to some of our favorite meals and snacks:

Remember my food blogger girl crush Jessica Merchant?
I've made a bazillion of her recipes but I'm 99% certain this one takes the cake
I tinkered with this recipe for the sake of my carnivore husband and my cheese loving self.
I cut the spinach in half, added two shredded chicken breasts, and added extra goat cheese.
I'm really not kidding.
It's my mom's recipe and we've gifted it out for Christmas for the last million years.
The only descriptive term I have for this is crack-like.
Don't let the name or the intimidating recipe fool you.
This pizza involves roasted butternut squash, apple cider sautéed onions, bleu cheese, bacon, apples, cheddar cheese, thyme, and pumpkin seeds.
In the infamous words of my mother (who gave me this recipe): 
You will eat it and you will like it.
It's no secret that our favorite local brunch is Smoke.
The chef Tim Byers isn't stingy with his recipes either.
His cookbook includes a recipe for every single thing in the restaurant.
I thinkkkkkk these pancakes are my favorite of all time.
Now, this recipe falls in the Josh category of slightly complicated and time consuming but well worth the time and effort (if you have it in you)
It's paleo/gluten free/sugar free/Whole30 blah blah blah 
Basically, there's hardly any ingredients.
Pork, lemon & lime juice, chopped onion, some spices AND a crockpot!
How healthy of me.
I make this far too often.
It's so great because you can use it on tacos, nachos, or even on a slider with sweet potato "buns"
I now refuse to ever eat salmon any other way.
P.S. I don't have a photo because frankly, it looks kind of gross and I literally inhaled it before I could take decent photos.

Two of my absolute favorite things Josh has made lately are his shrimp & grits and chicken & waffles.
He's not quite ready to share his recipes soooooooooo until I can blackmail him, I guess you'll just have to stare at these pictures instead.
Clean the drool from your keyboard and try not to yell at me.
Just so we don't end on bad terms . . . 
Did you know you can shred chicken in less than five seconds using your kitchen aid mixer?
Until a few weeks ago I didn't know this fun fact, and I'm kind of angry thinking back on all the hours I have wasted of my life.
Do you have any kitchen tricks or favorite recipes to share? 
I'd absolutely love to know!

Love Letters {to Nola food}

Feb 17, 2015

Happyyyyyy Fat Tuesday!
Unfortunately, Texas is somewhat lacking in the king cake and cajun food department, so we won't be able to celebrate this lovely holiday in true form.
We did, however, enjoy a semi-authentic Mardi Gras parade in the Mckinney Square on Sunday.
I was quite impressed with the brass band leading the parade, and the dogs were rather excited about the excessive bones and beads that were thrown (and they didn't even have to flash anyone!) 
Over the last few months, we've made quite a few trips to New Orleans to visit friends anddddd stuff our faces with the magic that is Nola food.
Of course, we also managed to squeeze in just a few alcoholic beverages here and there.
Because Texas has so graciously provided us with crawfish that is $12 per pound and jambalaya that I'm fairly certain had ketchup in it, we've had to learn the hard way that Louisiana food can not be duplicated.
In honor of the final day of Mardi Gras and this beautiful day of gluttony, I wanted to write a collective love note to the best food on the planet:
The food of New Orleans.
Thanks for making every other food in the world feel inadequate and stupid and worthless.
(No offense, Chickfila)

Here are some of our most recent favorite dishes and cocktails of New Orleans:

Elizabeth's praline bacon.
Would it be too bold to say that you may just be the best thing I have ever put in my mouth?
Beignets.
Starting off #datpiperwedding with these fluffy pillows of heaven was quite magical.
. . . but Elizabeth's.
I'm still not over that place.
Sweet potato and duck hash on top of a cornbread waffle with pepper jelly
Liz's bridesmaid luncheon at the greatest happy hour spot in all of New Orleans, The Columns.
Sometimes, I still have dreams about this shrimp pastry.
This Satsumosa (satsuma mimosa, duh) at Dante's Kitchen.
I think this drink just kicked the cutie-mosa off of it's throne in my mimosa hierarchy. 
All things King Cake.
We tried Sucre's king cake, their king cake macaron, anddd their king cake tart (filled with cinnamon cheesecake, bread pudding, and chantilly cream and topped with a sweet baby Jesus)
All of which were exceptional, in case you were wondering or thought otherwise.
Brunch at Katie's.
This crawfish beignet.
The cheese!
Oh, the cheese.
Although I didn't order this for my meal, I snagged a bite or ten from Elizabeth's.
I truly think about it weekly.
 Cowbell's cocktails were really great BUT THEIR MAC AND CHEESE.
It's not pictured because we literally inhaled it as soon as we set eyes on it.
Literally, literally, literally.
In other excellent New Orleans mac and cheese news, we also fell in love with the mac of Rue 127.
Thanks to some badass family style skills, we nearly tried everything on the menu.
Thank goodness.
At the time,  their cocktail menu consisted of drinks appropriately named after Presidents.
The 
 I'm mildly ashamed to even include this on the list, but it's kind of understood if you have ever survived past midnight in New Orleans.
F&M's cheese fries.
That one late night "drunchie" that everyone craves, but you are pretty certain would taste like garbage if you at it sober.
Side note: Ellie, my sister who is a junior at Tulane in New Orleans, taught me the word drunchie.
Definition: drunk munchie
Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, use this word in my every day vocabulary.
These three and their abilities to not order the same thing, share, and try everything are the cure to the awful, sickening disease of menu anxiety.
Thank heavens for them.
FYI: 99% of the restaurants/bars on this list (with the exception of F&M's) were recommended by our local tour guides and our best friends, Elizabeth and Jason Piper.
Follow them on Instagram @nolapartyof2 and @mrsnolapartyof2 

Now I'm missing Louisiana terribly and starving.
I guess I'll just go drown my sorrows in a few hundred bags of Zapps.

Home Tour {Part 2}

Feb 12, 2015

Home decor isn't my strong suit.
Josh loathed my apartment in college because he said it looked like Dr. Seuss vomited everywhere.
That apparently damaged my soul, because since we have been married the primary color scheme of our home has been brown.
Insert thumbs down emoji here.
I spent a good bit of time stressing about the decor in our master bedroom.
Why?
 The room is massive.
There is so much room to fill (with all of our non-existent furniture) and so much boring beige wall space to cover.
Over the last few months we gradually collected a few furniture pieces, like a hand me down armoire from my cousin and a chest of drawers from my parents.
After we were finally able to get the perfect king bed frame that we had been coveting for a few years (spoiler arlert: it's brown), I spent a while agonizing over bed linens.
Our previous bed linens for our queen bed were also, of course, various shades of brown.
I knew I wanted a few things in our king bedding:
It had to be something extreeeemely fluffy and cozy, we had to have tons of pillows, it must include some colors that were not of the brown family and it all had to be washable.
Sayonara sweet dreams of every piece of Anthro's gorgeous bedding.
They wouldn't stand a chance with those darn dirty, dirty, dirty dogs.
A few months ago I found a quilt that I couldn't quite resist on clearance at Pottery Barn.
It was the last one in the store, was not available online and was $100 off.
I didn't necessarily have a choice in the matter, right?
I wasn't even sure if it would match at all, but I was determined to make it work.
A few weeks ago my friend Mary (who has mastered the art of the fluffy/cozy bed and whose last name is ironically brown) ventured into West Elm with me to find a duvet and shams.
Naturally, my un-bold self, chose mostly neutral colors, like shades of cream and beige, which blended greaaaat with our dull mawmaw cream of wheat walls and oatmeal carpet.
In order to liven things up a bit, Tiny Prints helped my plain jane self incorporate a pop of color via some perfect custom throw pillows.
Thank goodness for them.
 Without their help our bedroom would look like Norman Rockwell threw up everywhere.
Somehow this hodge podge of hand-me-downs, recycled wedding decor, and boring colors mixed with some bold patterns here and there actually came together nicely. 
I still have a few holes of gaping wall space (I'm looking at you, awkward emptiness over the bed. Any and all advice will be appreciated) but I have a feeling it will fill in over time. 
Until then, check out our progress so far:
I particularly love the recessed "mood" lighting around the ceiling.
Dresser :: CB2
Globe :: World Market
Wooden vase :: Target
Floor length mirror :: Ikea
Custom throw pillow :: Tiny Prints
Custom throw pillows :: Tiny Prints
Those are adorable, right?
Quilt :: Pottery Barn "Quinn"
King braided shams :: West Elm
Euro shams :: West Elm
Belgiun linen duvet :: West Elm
Bed frame :: Crate & Barrel
Mint wall clock :: Ikea
My mom worked tirelessly on repainting and distressing this hand me down armoire.
She used Annie Sloan's chalk paint in the shade of Napoleonic Blue.
How great is the original hardware?

The watercolor print in the middle was a custom painting by a local artist from my hometown, Mrs. Chris Broussard.
We used it for our wedding invitation, and we got to keep the original print.
This crate was actually used as a planter for the archway at our wedding ceremony.
My mom found the crates at a local flea market and my dad and uncle built the arch.
Our bathroom also doubles as Molly's chambers.
Kings of Leon reference
Mirrors :: Ikea
Jewelry tray :: antique found at Canton Trade Days
Wall hooks :: Anthropologie
I was hesitant to include the closet in our home tour.
Closets are boring.
I've never been the type to feel the need for a monstrous Sex and the City type closet, but I did always think it would be great to have a closet with the revolving remote controlled clothes rack like on Clueless.
. . . butttttt I guess I'll just have to settle for this one.
All the extra racks and shelves seem a bit excessive and unnecessary, but we primarily use them to store all of our scrubs . . . 
Also, there's the half bath included in this tour.
I knew you were probably wondering where the heck the guests get to pee, right? 
Me neither.
It's pretty lame as well (with the exception of the Where the Wild Things Are print from Hobby Lobby).
Although Charlie is bored to death with my home tours, I swear he loves the new place.
Primarily the bay windows.
Heyyyyy, thanks for visiting!
In case you missed part one of our home tour go here to catch up.
Part three (the entire upstairs portion that will most likely never get decorated) is coming soon!
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