Archive for the ‘Appetizers’ Category

Happy New Year!

Sunday, January 2nd, 2011

Remember that time I made taquitos?  Oh, well I did.

Taquitos and other stuff

Taquitos and other stuff

I made them for new years.  It was pretty awesome.  But… I changed them up a bit, I did.  I took the ideas behind some of my other recipes, and made them ten times more awesome.  I made them more like that pasta I made once.

Sneaky Vegetables Pasta

Sneaky Vegetables Pasta

And a little more like that soup I made on Halloween.

Cauliflower soup

Cauliflower soup

And even more like those empanadas.  Remember the empanadas?  Mm… empanadas.

Empanadas

Empanadas

So how’d I do it?

I took the zucchini, shredded in my Lola, and dumped it in with the chicken.  It went something like this:

  • 1 cup chicken, shredded
  • 2 zucchinis, grated
  • 1/2 onion, sliced
  • 1 small can enchilada sauce
  • 2 cups cheese
  • ~25 corn tortillas

Cook the zucchini and onion in a bit of olive oil until onion is translucent.  Mix with chicken, enchilada sauce, and cheese.  Set aside.

Fry corn tortillas briefly on each side.  Just enough to make tender.  Place on paper towel lined plate to cool enough to work with.  As tortillas cool, place a smidgen of the filling in them.  Roll those babies up.  Then place in a greased baking dish.  When you’re finished rolling, bake the taquitos at 350 until crispy and golden brown.

We’re not friends

Tuesday, September 7th, 2010

This is what I say when I tell a story about how somebody wants me to confide in them.  Usage example below…

Girl: How’s —–?  I heard he broke up with his girlfriend… that’s rough

Me: Yea… so that would be me…

Girl: Oh, I didn’t know.  Are you doing ok?  Want to talk sometime?  Call me if you need anything.

Me: We’re not friends!

Except, I didn’t actually say that last part.  I told her I was doing fine (I really was), politely answered her question (“When we talked last week, he was doing fine.”), and asked how she was doing.

Later, when I told this story to my friends (because really, how can you not tell that story?), I included the last line.  … so I said this part to myself while I was snacking on fruit and delicious fruit dip this evening.  To be honest, the story and the fruit dip are almost entirely unrelated, but the dip is amazing, and this story is rather amusing.

Fruit Dip:

  • 4 oz. cream cheese (softened)
  • 1/2 cup plain yogurt
  • 1 cup whipped cream
  • 1/2 cup powdered sugar
  • 1 teaspoon cinnamon
  • 1/2 teaspoon ground ginger

Mix the ingredients.  Real good.  I served this for brunch with grapes, pineapple, and strawberries.  It has a hint of “fall” in it, but it’s not too much.  Amazingly, some was left over, and I’m enjoying it as we speak.

Now for the story…

With a name like mine, I do occasionally (read: often) get emails from people who are trying to get up with a different Jenny.  Usually, I mark as spam, and move on with my life.  Sometimes, they’re rather amusing.  Earlier today, I got an email from a lady who had emailed several of her friends (and me, by accident) about how she would miss tomorrow night’s get together, and how terrible she feels about that.  I marked as spam and moved on, as I said earlier.   Well this evening, one of her friends decided to “reply all”, and I got another email about said event.  I decided to go ahead and let them know that they didn’t really mean to email me so perhaps they could track down their other friend Jenny and make sure she could come.  I made a joke about how they all sound very nice, and included a winking face.

Then it got fun.  The response I got was “aren’t you coming tomorrow, Jenny?”

Obviously, I hadn’t been clear enough.  I wrote back, “I don’t think we know each other, and I think you’re trying to get up with a different Jenny.”

The response made my night: “If you are going, want to go together?”

No.  My answer is no.  We’re not friends.  We’re just not.

Tapas Night!

Saturday, July 31st, 2010

A friend of mine lives in Virginia, and my friend, my then-boyfriend (TB), and I were planning on visiting her for a weekend.  TB and I were talking on the phone about the trip, and he asked me if I had ever been to a topless bar.

<side note>Ladies, am I making too broad a generalization in saying that we don’t like our boyfriends to ask us that question?  Gay, female roommates, perhaps (…but that’s another story for another time).  Boyfriends, no.  For the record, despite my recent liberation, I have still never been to a topless bar, and I intend to keep it that way.  As a point of clarification, this conversation has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he is my TB and not my B, F, or H.</side note>

Awkward silence ensued, and eventually, TB understood my mistake.  He explained that he had said “tapas”, not “topless”.  As it turned out, I’ve never been to a tapas bar either.  Later, I was chatting with the friend in Virginia who asked me the same question.  I made the same mistake for a solid minute before I realized it.  I suppose I have a dirty mind.

… so when I decided we would have a sampler of appetizers for dinner one night and Nate and Bec called this “tapas night”, I was a little too embarrassed to adopt their name.  Still, it’s more efficient than any other name I’ve got, so I’ll go with it.

Photo by Nathan Clendenin

Photo by Nathan Clendenin

Interestingly, the cheese stuffed sweet peppers were made that same weekend with that same group of friends.  The taquitos are a recipe made for me by TB.  And the sweet potato cheese fries?  They just sounded good.

Chicken Taquitos:

  • shredded chicken
  • enchilada sauce
  • cheese
  • corn tortillas
  • oil

Mix the first three ingredients together.  Fry the tortillas in hot oil a minute or two on each side.  Roll the filling in the fried tortilla.  At this point, you can either fry them the rest of the way or bake them at 350 until golden brown.

Cheese-stuffed Sweet Peppers:

  • feta cheese
  • cream cheese
  • sweet peppers

Cut the tops of the peppers.  Remove the pepper’s innards while laughing maniacally*.  Mix the feta and cream cheese.  Stuff the cheese into the pepper, and place the top delicately back on the pepper.  Bake at 350 until browned, about 15 minutes, flipping the peppers once.

Sweet Potato Cheese Fries:

  • Sweet potatoes
  • Cheese

Chop the sweet potatoes into fry** shapes.  Coat with oil and place in greased pan***.  Bake at 425 until just barely golden brown.  Top with cheese and bake at 500 for 5ish minutes.

*Contrary to popular belief, this step is actually required.  If skipped, the peppers will make you feel guilty, old, and grumpy.  You have been warned.

** I have absolutely no idea how one spells the singular of fries, but I’m fairly certain I did it wrong.

*** It is extremely important that you not use a cookie sheet.  Doing so can make for terrible neighbor relations in your dorm when the smoke detector goes off.  … but, of course, this was years ago…