Feeding My Boychick

This is not a food blog, because food blogs always have pictures and they are usually nice. It is, however, a blog about food, sometimes with crappy photos.

Sister site to Raising My Boychick.
Recent Tweets @

That’s two posts in a row it’s lost (or lost half of). Fuck this.

Adapted from Savory Sweet Life

Ingredients

  • 1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened
  • ½ cup sugar
  • 1½ cup packed brown sugar
  • 2 eggs
  • 3 tsp. vanilla extract
  • 2¾ cups (12 oz) all-purpose flour *If at all possible, please weigh the flour
  • 1 tsp. sea salt
  • 1 tsp. baking soda
  • 1½ tsp. baking powder
  • 1 - 2 cups white chocolate chips because cocoa powder equals migraines and even the best cookies in the world aren’t worth those… most of the time
  • 1 - 1.5 cups chopped pecans
  • Heavy sprinkle of nutmeg (add into flour mix)
Instructions

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Cream butter, sugar, and brown sugar until it is nice and fluffy (approx. 3 minutes on medium-high speed). Add both eggs and vanilla and beat for an additional 2 minutes. Add baking soda, baking powder, salt, and flour until cookie batter is fully incorporated. Finally add chocolate chips and pecans until well distributed.
  2. Drop about 1-2 tablespoons of dough onto a baking sheet. Bake for 10 minutes 45 seconds until the edges are golden brown. Remove from heat and allow the cookies to stay on the cookie sheet for an additional 2 minutes, while attempting to avoid burning your tongue on a molten one straight from the spatula (“for testing purposes”). Transfer to a wire rack. Enjoy with bovine lactational secretion to drink.Try not to eat yourself sick.

Best French toast:

A few eggs (1 egg = 1-4 pieces of French toast, depending on you, your bread, and dip time)

Splash of milk (or cream, or substitute)

Capful vanilla extract

Liberal shake of dried orange peel

Liberal shake of ground cinnamon

Fresh ground nutmeg

Fresh ground black pepper

(Why fresh ground those but preground cinnamon? No idea; use what you have)

Dash or two of salt

Spoon or three of sugar (may substitute maple syrup or honey, but watch the cooking temp with those, especially the honey)

Whisk well with a fork, but don’t worry about getting a uniform texture. Dip a slice of bread in (a word of adoration here for Dave’s Killer Nuts and Grains Bread), flip to get both sides, then immediately put on hot buttered pan or griddle. Rotate once before flipping, if your stove heats unevenly like mine.

Eat. You can use syrup or whatever, but I get ill if I have that much pure sugar in the morning, and trust me, this doesn’t need it.

…I would end up making tea.

Anyone who says cooking doesn’t kick ass is not paying enough attention. Cooking is taking things from the earth and using fire and knives to make them delicious.

gastrogirl:

white chocolate raspberry swirl bars.

Oh so very relevant to my interests.

(via fuckyeahdomesticity)

Offered to bring French bread and ice cream.

Homemade eggnog with home grown eggs. You may weep bitter tears of envy now.

Recipe:

Three eggs, separated.

Whip egg whites with 1-2T sugar until peaks form.

In larger bowl, whip egg yolks with 1/8-1/4c sugar until very pale and viscous.

Add 1T rum (white, though spiced may be substituted), 1 pint half and half: stir.

Fold in egg whites thoroughly.

Serve with freshly grated nutmeg.

Serves 2 adults and 1-2 small children.

(Yes, it is raw. Yes, I give it to my kids. Yes, my life is better for saying yes to infinitesimal risk.)

They’re orange. Not sure whether the freshness or bugs and greens make the bigger difference. I suspect freshness. Because the Timechooks mostly live on feed and bananas. (Seriously. I think we’re farming radioactive eggs. Vulva Baby loves peeling bananas almost as much as Nyssa, Mel, and Mickey (née Leela) love eating them. Result: they eat a LOT of bananas.)

So sick.

As in ill.

As in a virus has invaded my corporeal form and my immune system is valiantly throwing itself upon it like scrawny Steve before he did all those steroids and got the invincible shield.

I’m a little loopy.

Pho has taught me that beef tripe is weird and beef tendon is fucking awesome and totally worth the tripe. I dunno, trust me on that one.

I have ODed in the past two days on “natural” wannabe-cheetos, cashews, frozen white chocolate chips, German butter biscuits, and donuts. The first four are because chewing crunchy foods helps my ears feel better. I have no excuse for the donuts, except 1. donuts, and 2. they were there.

I would kill for a bowl of roasted brussel sprouts, but I don’t have the energy to chop them.

I made broccoli mac’n’cheese just for the crunch of the broccoli.

I would mainline hot chai except it would perforce skip my throat thereby defeating the purpose.

There are approximately 583804 Vietnamese restaurants within two miles of here and not a single one will deliver me pho. I could weep, but my eyes are too scratchy. Probably from lack of pho.