It’s My Birthday and I’ll Cook If I Want To

Ok, so technically it’s not my birthday yet.

A teeny, insignificant detail.

And yes, this picture is a few years old.  And no, I didn’t make the cake for myself (my loving mother did- see, Mom?  I told you I took a picture of my cake! 🙂 )

I am taking tomorrow off of work to go to the Cubs game (was anyone else really disappointed to hear that D Lee was traded to the Braves yesterday?  It hurts my heart to even talk about it.)- it’s supposed to be 90° and sunny tomorrow.  Methinks a cold Old Style will be in order.

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Don’t hate.  You can’t understand the joys of an Old Style until you’ve had one under the Ivy.  Come to Chicago and I’ll prove it.

Anyway, since my birthday weekend officially begins tomorrow and I was left to my own devices for dinner, I decided to make myself a feast.

Chili-lime-tequila chicken.  I made a simple marinade of:

Gold tequila

Juice of 1/2 a lime

1 t. Thai chili paste

2 cloves minced garlic

1 T. chopped cilantro

1/2 t. chili powder

pinch of salt

I let the chicken hang out in the mix for about 1 hour or so.  I was GOING to grill it, but our propane tank is empty!  Boo hiss!  So I seared the chicken in a skillet and then threw it in the oven at 375° for about 15 minutes until it wasn’t pink anymore.

I’m apparently baby cabbage happy this week so I had no choice but to finish up my massive supply of brussels sprouts.

I made them the same way as the other night.  I was too excited to eat them to bother taking a clear picture, you’ll have to excuse me.

But the very best part of this meal was the POTATOES!

When I lived in France, I fell in love.

Not with a French man.

Not with the Eiffel Tower or the Champs-Elysées (ok, I did, but that’s a story for a different day).

I fell in love with the frites. These were not french fries like you’re thinking of.  They’re little cubes of golden fried potatoes and I believe (don’t quote me on this) they are so addictive that they are illegal in most countries.

I’ll give you a minute before I go on.

[light whistling}

Every once in a while I’ll buy a plain old russet potato and make these puppies when I want to treat myself.  They’re not actually so bad for you, but I could eat a large tray of them.  Megan <— no willpower around frites.

I adapted the recipe from Melissa d’Arabian.

Basically all you do is cube up a potato (I leave the skin on- why not?  There’s fiber in there!) and then throw the cubes in a skillet over medium high heat with a little light colored oil to let them start browning up.  Once they start browning, let them steam for a few minutes by adding a few splashes of hot water.  When the water has evaporated, transfer them to a sheet pan, sprinkle them with kosher salt and throw them in the same oven as your chicken (375°) for about 20 minutes until they’re crispy and soft in the center.

Don’t worry- I didn’t waste any.  I ate the. whole. potato.

It’s (almost) my birthday and I’ll carbo load if I want to! 🙂

Do you have any foods that you have fond memories of?  Any foods that you like to treat yourself to?

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8 thoughts on “It’s My Birthday and I’ll Cook If I Want To

  1. Ahhh, must be nice to get upset when your baseball team trades their key player. My Toronto team meanwhile hasn’t had a good year since 1993 😛 I still love ’em though!!

    Those frites look aaaaawesome. One food that always brings me back are peanut butter and honey sandwiches. I don’t eat them often because they’re not all that filling for the calories (you need at lease 2 tbsp of PB on there to even taste it) but it’s what I basically lived off of growing up 🙂

  2. My aunt makes this cheesy potatoes dish that we call “Potatoes Jeffery” because my Uncle Jeff loves them so much, and I can’t eat them without thinking of every wonderful holiday and family event growing up!

  3. happy almost bday!
    i’ve got very fond memories from my childhood of spaghettios. i’m sure they would NOT live up to my dreams.

  4. Aaaahhhhh Old Style… I hope you enjoy a few of them. And maybe even see a win? 🙂

    I think, if anything, it’s certain cookies my mom would only make around Christmas time. For the longest time, I felt really weird making sugar cookies at any other time- because that was our “thing”. I’d help my mom make the dough (ahem- eat it), roll it out, cut it, and ice allll the cookies. It was one of my favorite things to do once it started to get cold outside!

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