Tuesday, October 30, 2007

The 2 Most Requested Halloween Recipes

You greedy little goblins didn't get enough on Saturday night, did ya? You want more of the delicious food from the Halloween party, do ya? Well make it yourself!

This stuff is delicious and always a hit at parties. Rather than slicing, it should be pulled apart and eaten with hands like a monkey. I sometimes prepare it ahead of time and then just bake it an hour before I want to serve it.

2 cans of refrigerated biscuits (10 pack, any flavor)
2 Tbs cinnamon
2 Tbs sugar
1 stick of butter/margarine
1 cup of brown sugar

Preheat oven to 375. Non-stick spray a bundt cake pan. Mix cinnamon and sugar in a ziploc baggie. Cut biscuits into quarters. Toss biscuit quarters (4-6 at a time) into the baggie and shake until pieces are covered with cinnamon sugar mixture. Remove from baggie and throw in the bundt pan on top of each other. Melt the butter/margarine in a separate bowl. Stir the brown sugar in well. Pour the butter/brown sugar mixture over the biscuits in the pan. Tilt the pan back and forth so that the mixture moves into nooks and crannies.

Bake at 375 for 3-35 minutes. Immediately after removing from oven, turn the pan upside-down onto a plate. Best when baked shortly before being served.

courtesy of the lovely Tiffani- thanks girl!

4 boneless chicken breast cooked and shredded into pieces
1 container of cream cheese
1 8oz bottle of ranch dressing
1 8oz bottle of Texas Pete Buffalo Wing Sauce
3 cups of mozzarella and cheddar cheese

Just cook and shred the chicken, add the remaining ingredients, placing a portion of the shredded cheese on top and cook in the oven until bubbly and warm. Serve with celery, carrots and chips!

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Spooktacular and Tantalizing!

So I just flew back to Sandwich, Illinois, and boy is my stomach tired. And full. And broken, kind of. This somewhat satisfying, but more so horrifyingly uncomfortable, condition is a direct result of yet another crashed party. That’s right, jerks. Since there was nothing good happening anywhere nearby ever in life (no thanks to you, my lazy ass “fans”), I invited my damn self to a spectacular Halloween party in Hotlanta, Georgia. Or should I say “spooktacular?” No, I agree. I don’t want to sound like a total knob. I’ll stick to spectacular.

And spectacular it was. The table was heavy with vittles; dips, chips, carbs, and cupcakes abounded. Tiny sandwiches were made with spinach dip and triangles of rye bread. There were appearances of foreign foods from several different lands, beyond even the Midwest. My famous “Stew” was created once again when I placed crushed up barbecue potato chips on top of the spinach and tomato couscous and ate it with a fork. Yeah, that’s right. You don’t even know me. This party rocked.

The one complaint I had was all the waste. I swear, one girl spilled four drinks all by herself within about seven minutes. For real? I mean, for REAL? God. Anyhow, there was also the incident with the tray of vodka-infused jello. You see, the bottom layer, or “skin,” if you will, was extremely hard and chewy, so people were just eating the top and throwing the gross part out in the yard. I understand being disgusted by certain things, i.e. certain curry flavors, funny bites of chicken, seafood in general (sick, guys). But really, this was just jello! What a waste…what a shame.

Oh, and one last thing. I love Burger King as much as the next guy, but when somebody showed up dressed up as the king, I just about lost it. I HATE that king! I couldn’t even look at his stupid monkey face. Not a good representative of the delicious burgers they sell, my friends. Not at all.

Besides the obvious stupidity and creepiness described above so eloquently, I have to say…this was a damn good party. And you missed it. Suckers. That’s what you get for being such suckers. I would strongly suggest coming to see the new pictures. I mean, it won’t even be close, I can guarantee that. But it’ll be as close as you jerks will ever get. Damn. What would you even do without me?

Xoxo, delicious food
P.S. There were a few other VERY delicious dishes --- Monkey Bread and Buffalo Chicken Dip to name a couple -- that did not get photographed becuase my dears, I overindulged on the hard stuff and lost my camera for awhile. Apologies for this act of neglect!

A cupcake tribute to the Chicago Bears

Ceasar Salad with fresh parmesean

Dolma (stuffed grapeleaves) and lemon slices

Black bean and corn salsa

Frankenstein Cookies (courtesy of A Bustle in a Hedgerow and A Spring clean for the May Queen)

Bruschetta on toast

Hummus with olive oil

Spinach dip with pretzel chips

veggie tray with ranch dressing

macaroni and cheese with tomatoes and peas

Couscous with spinach, tomatoes, and melted cheese

Mozzarella Cheese Sticks with Marinara Sauce (also delicious with CoolWip when in a munchie mood)

A cheese and ham party platter - a surprise from the sexiest Black Widow I've ever seen.

Life saving yogurt-covered pretzels - there was a rumor that one of the party hosts ate nothing but these and snap peas all night.

A Skeleton and Martian cake - dreadful! A delightful contribution from the Pearly Gates AND the Fires of Hell

Monday, October 1, 2007

"Deep Fried" a song by delicious food

(sing to the tune of "When Doves Cry")

dig, if you will, a picture of you and i with kabob, shish. the smell of a barbecue covers me. can you, my darling, can you picture shish?

dream, if you can, a sandwich. layers and layers of cheese. add some guacamole and tomatoes. don't make me taste you without a touch of mayoneese.

how can you just leave me standing alone without beer that's cold? maybe i'm just too demanding. maybe i'm just like fresh pizza dough, just rolled. maybe i'm just like a hunger that's never satisfied. why can't we eat with each other? this is what life tastes like...deep fried.

touch, if you will, my stomach. feel how it trembles inside. you've got the appetizers tied up. don't make me chase you, at least pass me a side.

how can you just leave me standing alone with a plate full of mold. maybe i'm just too demanding. maybe i like my gazpacho icy cold. maybe i'm just like my brother. he prefers rice noodles, wide. why can't we eat with each other? this is what life tastes like...deep fried.

ooh deep fried.