Tag: cake

Doughnuts...must make doughnuts. A Winchell's like cake doughnut. This is what I woke up thinking yesterday morning. I don't even know why, but I had to do it. Now, since I didn't plan this thing out I wanted a fast easy recipe. And so the internet search began. I kept thinking I had found the recipe, then I would scroll down to the bottom and find that it needed 1 to 4 hours in the fridge before making it.

Argg! I want doughnuts now, not in 4 hours. (Yes, I was a little impatient. Sometimes instant gratification is a good thing.)

Well, the search continued until I found this recipe for Cake Doughnuts. I set to work right away. This recipe is so easy to make and the flavor of the doughnuts plain is great. After frying and cooling for a bit I coated half of the doughnuts with powdered sugar and the other half with cinnamon sugar (3/4 to 1 cup sugar + 1 tablespoon cinnamon).

The recipe makes 2 dozen doughnuts which meant we had a lot of leftovers. After the extra doughnuts cooled I put them away in an airtight container. This morning I ate one and I am not sure, but I think they are even better today then they were yesterday. Either way, this is a super easy recipe with great flavor and I will be using it in the future. Happy doughnutting!

Let me share with you a little known fact. I hate sweets. Yep, Thats right. Cookies, Cake, Candy bars, everything. I do eat one on occasion to stave off diabetic shock though. Let it also be known that the sweets I hate the most are cupcakes. What? How can you hate cupcakes you ask? because they are filthy, chemical ridden mini cakes. If I wanted chemical poisoning I'd go to 'nam or hang out with some middle eastern dictator. Cupcakes suck! Or thats what I thought. Enter: The Cupcakery. A few colleagues and I go out to lunch every once in a while, and on the chance we go to a favorite sushi place, we see the cakery. I was bewildered at this sight. "A cupcake store?", I thought as we drove by, "What the hell are people thinking?". And then, it happened. One of the saints in our office bought our department a dozen cupcakes from said cakery.

Oh. My. God.

The cupcakes. Oh, they were good. The first one I had was the equivalent of a red velvet cake. The cake was soft and moist, the frosting was cream cheese frosting of the highest caliber, and I actually was saddened when I finished it (which took all of a minute). It was fantastic.

FANTASTIC.

F-A-N, TASTIC!

If I had to recommend a cupcake place while you're in Vegas, GO TO THE CUPCAKERY. YOU WILL LOVE IT. IF YOU DON'T YOU MAY HAVE MENTAL PROBLEMS.

Now I hate all sweets except cupcakes. Booyah.

After he annoyed me for hours with the whole Asia4Dinner night, he's been bothering me about our upcoming Greek night. But he hasn't yet posted about his stir-fry.

I mean, he probably has a "Send 'Greek Night!' to ViRaLeLiXiR" script installed on his box, or else he's just prodding me like a ritalin-deprived child with a stick, but geez.

Where is he? Probably at this adult cake store. Seriously. I heard him mumbling something about hot buttercream the other night. Or thought that's what he said after his "special" mushroom pizza.

Dear Savory: Post.

Chicken Pot Pie.

Think about that steam curling up from the crust.

Chicken Freaking Pot Pie.

The Pennsylvania Dutch enslaved an entire nation with this rustic dish, which is one of the few meat pies enjoyed this side of the Atlantic (I KNOW YOU'RE THERE, NATCHITOCHES MEAT PIE. I will find the filthy, forbidden love that is deep fried meat pie some day).

The PD's (like they call them back in the hood) also brought us pretzels, apple butter, and funnel cakes, because they are sheer butter-encrusted evil. Their plan is to fatten all of humanity and use their disgusting man-fat to grease the largest slip-n-slide in history. But, you're not cleared for that information.

Her Tartness did the crust for this one, so I'll let her add that one.

1. I cut up two chicken breasts (p.s. - they liked it) and half a white onion (small cubes for the chicken, finely chopped for the onion). Utterly confused by what I was going to do to make these chunks into some sort of pie, I sweated the onion in a stick of butter.

WHAT? Butter comes by the stick. It's how I measure. We are a very skinny family. Bite me.

1. The chicken went in after the onion was clear, along with some soy sauce, pepper, paprika, finely chopped celery (2 sticks) and garlic powder.

2. Double barrel action after the chicken was thoroughly cooked as I unceremoniously plopped one can of cream of chicken and one can of cream of mushroom into the skillet. It sat there, jellied, like some disgusting panna cotta. I stirred it all in anyways.

3. Once it was less... upright, I threw in some mixed vegetables (frozen). What goes with mushroom and chicken? The T herbs! In went some fresh thyme (man, what I would have given for a marijuana smoker to break down those two twigs) and dried tarragon. When things thinned out a bit too much I added a tablespoon of cornstarch and stirred it in.

4. Tasting... what do I need? More soy sauce. A dab of worcestershire. Meanwhile, Tart-on was making some kind of dough as I simmered everything on low.

Magically, all those ingredients with the crust fit perfectly in a circular 9-inch baker. Turned oven to 400. Docked the crust with a fork and brushed it with one beaten egg. Put into the oven. WAITED A HORRIBLY LONG FORTY FIVE MINUTES.

1. Littleroq asked for chicken pot pie for BREAKFAST the next day. Take that, Marie Callender. I have evaded your charms.

Note: Why do I add soy sauce to so many things? Because the MSG in soy sauce makes everything taste like store-bought.

Where have I been indeed? I've been out, seeing the world and eating food. Actually I haven't, I've been frequenting many adult cake shops looking for the one of Al Roker with Hershey Kiss nipples. Ok, that's a lie too. Honestly? I had food writers block. What? that is so a condition :P. For some reason, I just couldn't compile a coherent string of thoughts on the subject of easy chicken stir fry. I don't think I'm still there yet, but with everyone attacking my credibility with tales of pornographic baked goods, I have to write something. And we're off.

Stir Fry!

For Asian night that occurred centuries ago, I made chicken stir fry. The recipe came from here. The biggest ordeal I had to go through was finding the Stir Fry mixed vegetables. There are close to no stores in the greater Las Vegas area that carry frozen water chestnuts, red bell pepper, and whatever those other two things are in the same bag. Except Walmart. Next time I am most certainly going to just buy those things and cut them myself. It probably would turn out better. For a bit of insanity, I soaked some Soba noodles in water while I was frying and threw them in. Unfortunately, they came out a bit clumpy and didnt really lend itself at all to the stir fry. The sauce itself was great though and I will definitely keep that morsel stashed away for my next Iron chef appearance. Or asian night. Whatever.

There! it has been posted! you've read it! you can't un-read it!

Hi all,

Usually, we here at EU are pretty religion agnostic when it comes to our articles. Mainly I think because we don't want to offend anyone or misrepresent anyones holidays. However, I figure I'd touch a bit on Slava, since it has so much to do with food.

Basically, Slava is a feast that's held for the patron saint of the family in Orthodox Christian homes.

When I say feast, I mean FEAST.

The wife and I went the other day to some of our Serbian friends' Slava. With the exception of eating until I thought I was going to die, it was pretty cool.

First, there's soup. Then, stuffed cabbage. Then, sliced Pork loin, Chicken, Lamb, country ham, and salami. And cheese. and then there's dessert. Baklava, cakes, cookies, something I can't remember.

Did I mention there was drinking? Oh probably not.

At the hosts request, we drank. alot. I drank 5 heinekens, and 2 glasses of cognac, along with 3 shots of plum brandy. I was smashed.

Plum brandy is good.

I digress. There should be plenty more holidays where you eat until gluttony no longer applies and it turns into some new word that hasn't been made up yet.