Category: Everyday Life


Slap-Yer-Momma Mac ‘n Cheese

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May 19, 2013

Have you ever been sitting around and thought, “Dang.  I want some mac ‘n cheese real bad.”  That was me last night.  Today, I thought I’d share my recipe that will make you want to slap yer Momma and lick yer eyebrows.

Slap-yer-Momma Mac ‘n Cheese

Here’s whatcha need:

4 cups of macaroni pasta

Large pot of boiling water

16 oz Velveeta cheese (half a brick)

2 tablespoons of butter

1/4 cup milk (or creammmmm)

1/8 cup dry white wine

1/4 cup bread crumbs

2 tablespoons Parmesan cheese

Dash of pepper

1 cup of shredded cheddar cheese (separated in half)

And if yer feeling feisty:

1 cup of chopped broccoli

1 cup of chopped ham

Preheat yer oven to 350 degrees and bring a large pot of water to a boil on the stove top.

Grease up a Pyrex pan real good with 1 tablespoon of butter.

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Add four cups of dry macaroni pasta to the boiling water.

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Drain the pasta when it is just cooked…it will cook more in the oven.  Set to the side in an empty pot.

In a microwave-safe bowl, melt the 16 oz of Velveeta, milk, and wine.  My bowl is too little.  Whoops.

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To the pasta, add:  1 tablespoon of butter, mixture of melted cheese, milk, and wine, 1/2 cup shredded cheddar cheese, and dash of pepper.  Mix thoroughly.

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And if yer feeling feisty:

Add in 1 cup of chopped broccoli and 1 cup of chopped ham.

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Place the mixture in your greased pyrex pan.  Top with bread crumbs, Parmesean cheese, and remaining cheddar cheese. Place in the oven at 350 degrees for 15 minutes.  THEN, broil for 5 minutes.

Here’s the recipe with broccoli and ham…but either way it’s delish!

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Now go slap yer Momma.  Well, eat this first.  Then hug yer Momma for teaching you how to cook.  Then take a nap after filling yer belly.

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Perfect Summer Supper- Part III

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May 14, 2013

Last Summer I started a “Perfect Summer Supper” series inspired by me cooking so much for my friends.  I made Perfect Squash and Perfect Roasted Broccoli.  Well, after an afternoon of playing tennis, my buddy Colin and I decided to make the Perfect Summer Sangria.  Check it out:

Perfect Summer Sangria

Here’s whatcha need:

A big ‘ol pitcher

2 bottles of dry white wine like chardonnay or pinot grigio (chilled)

1 bottle of dry red wine like cab sav, pinot noir, or merlot (chilled)

1/2 cup rum

1/2 cup vodka

1/2 cup of sugar

1 Granny Smith apple

1 cup of fresh  pineapple

1 cup purple grapes

1 lime

1 lemon

1/2 orange

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First, cut up your apple into rough cubes like this:

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Next, cut your grapes in halves.

Then, don’t put Colin in charge of cutting the pineapple (he gets distracted easily).

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Now slice up yer citrus real thin.  Make sure you roll the fruit under your palm a few times to get the juices flowin’.

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Isn’t that a pretty picture?  Feel free to steal and use for your desktop.

Place all the fruit into your big ‘ol pitcher and give it a good stir.

Now, combine yer liquor with the sugar in a small saucepan.  Slowly heat and continually stir JUST until the sugar is dissolved.  Pour all over the fruit.

Then add yer wine.

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Give it a good stir and sit in the fridge for a few hours.

When you’re ready to enjoy, give it another good stir, throw some ice cubes and a few pieces of fruit in yer glass and voila!

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This recipe is so easy, y’all, you can make your own twists! Try using citrus-flavored liquors, add your favorite fruits, or add some seltzer water to the finished glass.  Sangria is better with time, but this recipe usually doesn’t last that long :)

Cheers to the Perfect Summer Supper!

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Break-Up Shoes

Filed under: Everyday Life, Rants from a 20-something — 1 Comment
May 8, 2013

Everyone has that thing. You know, that one thing you do after every break-up.  Your relationship with a significant other has ended and you resort to grasping for anything that gives you happiness.

I recently surveyed friends to see what their “thing” is. Some admit to needing both Chick-fil-A and Burger King–At the same time. Some consume entirely too much alcohol. Some stop eating. Some over eat. Some cry. Some jump for joy.

Chocolate. Sad songs. Angry songs. Burning photos. Breaking photos with glass for emphasis (that’s a good one). Girls’ night out. Guys’ night out.

De-friending on Facebook. Stalking on Facebook. Un-Tagging on Facebook. Yelling. Crying. Laughing. Etc, etc.

I’ve only had a few break-ups worth being sad over and none of the above ever got me through it.  However, there is one thing that makes me happy and always, always takes the bitter sting out of the end of a relationship: Shoes.

That’s right. Shoes. While some people eat pounds of chocolate or cry until their eyes can’t open, I buy shoes. I call them “My Break-Up Shoes.”

It all started my senior year of high school when I was head-over-heels for Sam* (*names have been changed to protect the innocent jerks). After five months, Sam* broke-up with me over AOL Instant Messenger. Yes, that really happened. Needless to say, I was devastated. But Momma Higg quickly came to the rescue with a pair of black Chuck Taylor’s merely hours after I received the Instant Message. (Sam* is married now…obviously he’s a keeper.)

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But just months after my heart was initially broken, another guy walked into my life who loved me and my Chucks. But that, too, ended in more Break-Up Shoes–just like the next and the next. I am the proud owner of four pairs of Break-Up Shoes. Yes, I still own each pair and wear them–except the Chucks (I’m not a hipster anymore).

There are rules for the Break-Up Shoes:

1) They must be purchased within 8 hours of the break-up.

2) They must be worn immediately.

3) They must be awesome.

It may not seem like much, but My Break-Up Shoes are a way of closing a chapter. Don’t get me wrong, money isn’t buying my happiness–money can’t do that.

Happiness comes from the friends who bring you pizza immediately after the break-up.  Who tell you stories and make you laugh while you purchase your Break-Up Shoes online through blurry eyes.  Who leave brownies on your doorstep.

My Shoes are just a way of making a terrible feeling, a little less terrible.  Even though I dwell on all the wrong things said and replay every moment in my head, at least I get compliments on my kicks, right?

I will always buy Break-Up Shoes until I no longer need break-up therapy. But, for the time being, I suppose these will do just fine :)

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