White Girls with Pumpkin Lattes, Winter Squash and The Walking Dead

my picture, someone else's (click here), and my photo

my picture, someone else's (click here), and my photo

Fall is officially here. The Dakota Provinces were taken over by a winter storm and I got chilly walking from the car to the theatre last night. There are just no good in between season jackets for dudes.  

It has been crazy busy in the man panty selling world which is why you didn't hear from me last week. Or I was totally emotionally eating and binge watching The Walking Dead. It was so long ago I don't recall. 

So this weekend was dedicated to continuing to do nothing. I spent part of Saturday in cinema therapy, part of the day preening and then being cultural in the evening by going to a show. 

Today I decided to take advantage of the rain and cold and the mysterious spaghetti squash that has been laying around the kitchen for a week. All over the blogosphere I keep seeing winter squash/apples and shiny white girls sipping pumpkin spice lattes. Knowing I only care about two of those things I googled up my good friend Martha to see what I could do with the winter squash and three apples I had on hand.  

Below is the resulting recipe (because who the hell ever has everything at home?):

That's it folks - I'm off to Supper Sluts. This month we are eating out. Nothing special. Just burgers.

See you next week.  

Roasted Winter Squash and Apple Soup

RECIPE ADAPTED FROM MARTHA STEWART



Tomato, Toasted Cheese and Total Strangers

Now that Winter has officially set in it's safe to assume that we are all packing on the Winter Weight in order to survive. If you're like me you've sent off the extra christmas cookies with anybody that walks by the house. Or you're also like me and just unhinged your jaw and took down the whole freezer bag of them because, "if I eat them all now or spaced out over the next month it's the same amount of calories". Who are we kidding?  Eat the damn cookies. But when they are gone it's time to CLEANSE!

And what better way than by working out!  

Did you just throw up a little? I did.

Unlike my gym minded landlord and roommate, I am not going to the gym. It's just too cold out. And I do not have the stamina to wait out those resolutioners who don't have the ability to watch ESPN and use the elliptical without falling off.  

So my cleanse is starting with my food intake.

Tonight's dinner option was brought to us by my friend, Lady O of Boston. This grande Italian duchess is mother to none other than my electronic pen pal Anastasia Beaverhausen. I have never met Lady O of Boston but totally believe that she is a deity of Italian descent who wears only 3" heels, red lipstick and bathes in olive oil. A few days back Ms. Beaverhausen was telling me that she was making her mother's famous homemade tomato soup. Being a sucker for Campbell's I had ventured to ask what made it so good.  Ms. Beaverhausen simply sent me the recipe. There was nothing to it. And it was reason to use my immersion blender. Buy one (you know you want to).

So one night this week as the roommate slaved away working at the dining room table I pretended to break a sweat in the kitchen making dinner for us. As stated above the weather has turned nip hardening cold and the recipe was mind numbingly easy. Last minute I decided to pair it with some grilled cheese croutons enrobed in parmesan.  Totally light in calories.

Seriously though. The soup is not bad for you. The worst thing is this massive quantity recipe is 2T sour cream and 1T sugar.  

"She's been making it since I was a little girl. I don't know where she got the recipe, but I love it." - Anastasia Beaverhausen


Ofelia's Tomato Soup



Meat, Schlong, and Cold(ish) Weather

Pre Caramelized Onions

Pre Caramelized Onions

In what is going to be a rare event I have decided to blog my meal live. I have decided to share as I go because 1. I am pretty sure that the meal is going to give me gout (mega points) and 2. I have seen the present episode of The Big Bang theory one too many times.  

As the temperature last week dipped into sweater season (fair-isle is pattern of choice this year) the roommate and myself were waxing poetically about cold weather foods. I went the soup route and had a pregnancy like craving for chicken wild rice. The roommate trumped my weak ass suggestion with wait for it...meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Not one to pass up the opportunity to handle meat I hopped my meat-loving ass onto my bike and got over to Lund's. With 2 lb of beef in my basket I got back to the bachelor pad quicker than a Lean Cuisine is microwaved and inhaled by that girl in the corner cube who actually should eat a real meal.  

With some inquire I determined that the roommate was NOT in the mood for a trendy healthy meatloaf. He wanted a traditional brick of meat. Not one with a family loaf recipe I did some digging. One of my secret treat yo self moments is having a subscription to Cooks Illustrated online. They work magic in that Massachusetts kitchen. I found the recipe below and pretty much fell in love as I mixed.  

As for sides...

I whipped up some horseradish mashed potatoes (we here at the pad have determined if you potatoes don't make you cry and clear your sinuses they are not worth eating).

And the obligatory stuffing. Boxed Stuffing. Sometimes you want it just how Grandma made it. 

Now I know that you are wondering why eat such a warm meal on a warm day? But while Howard is getting his schlong removed from the robot apparatus on Big Bang there is nothing better than the smell of meat ready to unload in my belly. 

Glazed All Beef Meatloaf

RECIPE FROM COOK'S ILLUSTRATED



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Hairy Hands, Meatballs and a Prideful Cake

This past weeks was filled with work and pleasure. I was lucky enough to spend a few days assisting my work wife on some crazy new products yet to hit the shelves. During this time I learned that I have the hands of a Millennial Mom when photographed with a soft focus to hide the hairy man hands that I really have. I will scour the internets for proof of this when the product comes out. We actually had to look up "Millennial Mom" on the Google to find out what the heck that actually meant. Turns out my hands are a full generation younger than my Gen X self and have a hairy maternal glow about them.    

The pleasure part of my week was multiple celebrations involving my birth. After a quiet evening alone on my actual birthday it was nice to gather with friends to bring it in party style. As I was not planning on spending my second birthday baking my own cake I called on a culinary school friend to bring it on and make my birthday cake. 

Sophie from culinary school showed up with this rainbow explosion of tastiness. At my last birthday she blew my mind with an armadillo shaped cake a la Steel Magnolias. I decided this year to keep it more low key. So a 6 layered rainbow cake it was.  

The week wrapped up with a mild Sunday at home with Boyfriend. Having taken the birthday party not by storm our Sunday was not wasted. And it was the first time in what felt like weeks that we were both home with really no plans. I used this opportunity to make a real meal instead of the cottage cheese or kraft that we've grown accustom to as of late. Above you will see the skillet of my labors. Our local grocery store inspired me with their recent publication of meatball meals. I decided to try the Spicy Thai Turkey Meatballs. In the end Boyfriend said he liked it which was a good sign and I enjoyed it (could have been a smidge spicier).

Spicy Thai Turkey Meatballs

RECIPE FROM LUNDS & BYERLYS 

Now I know you are asking how could I possibly write this whole post without some remarks about balls, mouths, etc. Well I like to be classy and feel that Margaret Jo and Terry can do a much better job than I:



Food Courts, Pickles, and wait...more Pickles

Chipotle Turkey Burger from The SkyRoom Macy's Minneapolis

Chipotle Turkey Burger from The SkyRoom Macy's Minneapolis

This past week I rendezvoused with blog regular Baby Mama.  We recently vowed to try new downtown Minneapolis eating establishments when we lunch together.  So naturally we chose to eat at the Macy's 12th Floor Skyroom where we have dined dozens of times before. 

But for good reason.  Baby Mama was pressed for time. She works for a world famous coffee organization (you can figure this one out) and needed to stay close to the cube in case of a coffee emergency. 

Above is one of the best burgers I've ever eaten. The Chipotle Turkey Burger (with Fries of course) is available at The Grill Window located behind The Million Dollar Salad Bar (you really have to enjoy a salad bar to pay for this one).  

Back to the food. Having been employed by Macy's for many years you may think, "Benjamin, are you just pushing some retail fast food agenda?" I am not. Behind the large red neon star lives a bright green sign that still shines and created some of the best food one can find at a department store. 

Marshall Field's/Macy's Culinary Team holds their own on a few signature items.  If you ever find yourself wandering around the Downtown Minneapolis or State Street Chicago store treat yourself to The Oak Grill or The Walnut Room. I normally go for the Chicken Pot Pie or Chop Salad.  The real selling point are the amazing popovers that mysteriously arrive at your table shortly after your drink. What better way to prepare your mouth for what's to come than with a warm popover doing the backstroke in honey butter?

The second best (see popover for first) part of this food on the go experience is that many of the tastiest delights can be found in the basement of Macy's (if you ever see me standing in line at Leeann Chin I will deny knowing you like Karen Walker at Taco Time).  The Chop Salad from above can usually be found in some form of wrap or salad to go.  You can build your own sandwich.  Or, like me for pretty much a year's time, you eat nothing but the turkey/brie/honey mustard on sourdough chased with a fountain Diet Coke (14 days off the liquid crack folks!).  After you've enjoyed your lunch/dinner you can woof down any one of the many sweet confections that Marshall Field's/Macy's still makes on site (I hope they still do?)  If not just go for the Godiva counter by the escalator. 

I have a busy week ahead.  I'm assisting on a food styling gig up north (which means it's outside of Minneapolis proper and there is actually a corn field next to the studio) and between commuting and watching what I eat (in a good way) I should be back later in the week with some gory details about a possible Thursday night happy hour.  

I'm leaving you with this image.  Baby Mama likes her condiments.  So much so she waited in line for 5 mins longer than she had to and had a total stranger score her some extra pickles.