Reasons I Love Fall
- Pretty colors outside
- No more sweating
- Pumpkin-flavored everything
- New seasons of my favorite television shows
- Open windows with a cool breeze
- Autumn-scented candles
- It’s almost Christmas
- Reading books while Chris watches football
- Handing out candy to trick-or-treaters
That last one brings us to the purpose of this post. CHILI! Chili is freakin’ good. I like making chili on lazy Sundays because it’s easy, and it’s a classic comfort food that really can’t be messed up. When I made it last Sunday, I realized that I didn’t have any of the McCormick chili packets I normally use, so I scoured the Internet to get some ideas for basic chili seasoning ingredients so I could whip up my own batch. The result was pretty dang amazing, and a huge plus because making your own chili seasoning is cheaper and has way less sodium and other junk than the packets.
Save money on store-bought chili seasoning after the jump
The first time I heard the words, “fruit leather,” the images that appeared in my mind weren’t all that appetizing. When I found out that fruit leather is essentially the non-trademarked term for Fruit Roll-Ups, the bad images were replaced with good images, and I was happy because I love dried, sweet fruit that is rolled onto plastic. Especially when it’s strawberry or raspberry-flavored.
Side Note: Did you ever wrap the entire Fruit Roll-Up around your finger and suck on it like a sucker? Is that gross? If so, sorry, but pretty sure that’s what I did in elementary school. And remember the kind that had the planet shapes that you could pull out of the roll? Awesome!
As you can tell, I kind of like Fruit Roll-Ups. If you do too, then guess what? You can make them at home! If you have a dehydrator, that’s the easiest solution because that bad boy machine is made for jobs like this, but an oven will work—it just takes longer.
Puree some fruit and turn it into fruit leather after the jump
I’ve known a post like this has been inevitable for a while, but it doesn’t make it any easier to write.
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I saw a funny photo on Facebook the other day, and it summed up pretty much everything about this season:
If you’ve seen the movie, “Forrest Gump,” then you know that Bubba is telling Forrest all about his family’s shrimping business and how they use shrimp in a million different dishes–only the the shrimp has been replaced by pumpkin in this case. This is the perfect expression for just how much pumpkin has invaded our brains, and it’s not even October yet!
I’m one of the pumpkin lovers, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on the precious cans of pumpkin just waiting for me in the pantry. I made these cookies last year, and I thought they were delicious. I call them “cake cookies” because they are so soft and fluffy, like cake, but you prepare and eat them like cookies. Brilliant, I know.
Obviously I had to test these on my co-workers to see if the recipe was blog-worthy. And this was a very scientific experiment, to say the least.
Experiment: I brought in a Pyrex dish full of these delightful little treats, set them in the kitchen with a sign noting what they were. Some were frosted. Some weren’t.
Hypothesis: Co-workers will eat the cookies throughout the day. There might be unfrosted cookies left in the dish.
Conclusion: I revisited the kitchen about 20 minutes later to refill my coffee, and every single cookie was gone. Poof! Just like that. The cookies were a hit.
My hypothesis was wrong, but in this case, this mad scientist is pleased with the results.
MAKE YOUR FIRST PUMPKIN RECIPE OF THE SEASON AFTER THE JUMP
Chris and I entered a contest with this recipe. The grand prize was a grill and a bunch of swag, and we really wanted it. We deserved it. We spent a lot of time outside in the sweltering heat, taking pictures and making this dish. We even ran out of gas for the grill in the midst of this operation and had to make a trip to get a refill.
Oh well. We got to eat some delicious eggs and tomato sauce, plus we realized that we don’t need no stinkin’ bread machine—that dang thing broke on the same day. It was a day full of pseudo failures.
So, about these eggs. They’re inspired by two dishes—French eggs Provençal and Mexican huevos rancheros. Both delicious. Both mouthwatering. Both dream worthy. And, while I always cook this on the grill in a cast iron skillet, it’s also easy to make it indoors on the stovetop or baked in the oven.
Grill and poach some eggs in tomato sauce after the jump
In case you haven’t heard, Hello Kitty is not a cat. Well, that’s what author Christine R. Yano was told by Sanrio (the company that owns Hello Kitty and her friends) when she was preparing her script for a Hello Kitty exhibit at the Japanese American National Museum.
“Hello Kitty is not a cat. She’s a cartoon character. She is a little girl. She is a friend. But she is not a cat. She’s never depicted on all fours. She walks and sits like a two-legged creature. She does have a pet cat of her own, however, and it’s called Charmmy Kitty.”
I’ve been bombarded by texts, emails, phone calls and other messages of concern, asking if I’m going to be okay. Sure I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be? I don’t get myself riled up when someone blatantly lies to the media. I sit in the comfort of my home and laugh with everyone else at someone who would claim, for instance, that a cat isn’t a cat.
Oh, the absurdity.
Anyway, while the purpose of this blog is to post about recipes and the cats that own me, I feel obliged to comment on one of the obsessions I’ve had since I was seven years old, approximately the time I received my first toothbrush that had her head on top—Hello Kitty. So, without further ado, my open letter to Sanrio.
Read the scathing letter after the jump
My bread machine broke! Long story short, I tried this recipe in the machine, I think the yeast I used was old, and the dough didn’t rise. Because it didn’t rise, it was too compact for the machine to cook, and the blasted thing overheated and melted the plastic compound under the bread pan, which stuck to the plastic.
Let’s paint a quick picture: I had to put the bread machine on the floor, put my foot on it to brace myself, and pull the loaf pan out with all the strength of both my Popeye arms.
I thought the machine was still okay though.
I really wanted to make this bread for an upcoming recipe, so I was pretty bummed that it failed. While I was at work, Chris went to get more yeast, and I coached him on how to use the machine. Well, then the dang display wouldn’t come on, and the buttons weren’t functional. Pretty sure the bread-making-beauty went kaput. So, I told Chris to toss all the ingredients in the stand mixer, then let it rise for an hour. We baked it when I got home from work, and it was DELICIOUS!
I think the lesson is that maybe I don’t need a bread machine, though it’s pretty convenient to toss everything in one pan where it mixes, rises and bakes. Decisions, decisions.
EATING TIP FROM A PRO EATER: Cut two slices, spread both with a tablespoon of pesto. Top with two tomato slices, a pat of Brie and a sprinkle of salt and pepper. Voila. Best sandwich ever. I ate four this weekend, in case you were wondering.
Make your kitchen smell like delicious baked bread after the jump
I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before, but I don’t have much of a sweet tooth. I prefer salty snacks that dehydrate me and make my fingers swollen. Healthy, I know. Where the line between sweet and salty preferences blurs for me is when I make these brownies. And top them with Ben & Jerry’s Cinnamon Buns ice cream. Please note, that if you haven’t tried that ice cream yet, GO TO THE STORE RIGHT NOW AND GET SOME. Boy oh boy, you are in for a treat. I don’t think you even understand.
Talking about ice cream just reminded me of my Grandpa Ivan. He loved ice cream more than anything. One time when my brother and I were little, we went to visit him and my grandma in Phoenix. We were sitting in front of the TV eating ice cream with him and noticed that he kept scraping his bowl with his spoon. Over and over. Scrape, scrape, scrape. For like 10 minutes! Finally, my brother and I looked at each other in annoyance, and my brother said, “Grandpa, do you want more ice cream?” Grandpa said, “I thought you’d never ask.” He was freakin’ waiting for us to ask if he wanted more so he wouldn’t have to get up. He was hilarious. Oh, Grandpa Ivan.
Make brownies, top them with ice cream and scrape your bowl really loudly after the jump
The other day, I got an email from The Bump.
If you don’t know what that is, let me clue you in—it’s a website for mothers and mothers-to-be. ACK! I’m neither of those yet.
After working in the marketing world for a few years now, I could sort of figure out why I got the email. The Bump is connected to two other websites, The Knot (for newly married or engaged couples) and The Nest (for newly married or engaged couples that are making a home). I used The Knot to make our wedding website while we were engaged, so the company has my email address and tries to figure out at what point of my life I should be receiving which emails.
I guess they figure that The Bump is the next step in our lives. Slow your roll, The Bump. Slow…your…roll.
That was a long-winded way for me to get to the point(s) of this blog post:
- I don’t have a baby, nor am I pregnant. (Someday hopefully though!)
- I have a blog called The Kitten Kitchen. Duh, right? You’re reading this post right now.
- I love my kitchen. Duh x2. This blog is about stuff I make in the kitchen.
- I love cats. Duh x3. This blog is called The Kitten Kitchen and is thusly named because I have four cats, all of which are awesome and love to hang out with me while I’m making delicious foods in my kitchen.
- My “kittens” are the closest thing I have to a baby, but way easier because I can leave them home whenever I want to go drink wine and Child Protective Services won’t knock on my door.
I still don’t get the point of this blog post, Daniele.
Hold your horses, and click here to jump and read
This rice. Oh man. This rice. It’s so good.
Do I start a lot of my blog posts that way? I feel like I do. Hey. I’m passionate about these recipes. That should make you feel good. I don’t post gross stuff.
I had some tomatoes that were too mushy to chop and use in salads, a moment to me that means: “Make some Mexican rice!” That’s a good moment because it strikes when I’m about to throw food in the garbage. I hate throwing out food, so I put the tomatoes in the food processor and made something with ‘em. More examples? Bananas. Don’t throw those brown babies out. Make banana bread! Mushy cucumbers? Make gazpacho!
This rice freezes really well, too. In this household of two, that’s important because there’s only so much rice we can eat in one sitting. Give us a break, people! We can’t eat all the food. Actually, I could probably eat this rice, all of it, in one sitting, so I always hurry and put it in a freezer-safe bowl before this happens.
Make enough Mexican rice to freeze after the jump