A post about a whole lot of deliciousness (and beer) (and steak) (and England!)
When Sweetie and I got married (which now seems like a gazillion years ago) we decided to divide our honeymooning time between Paris and London England. And while I realize that honeymooning overseas sounds rather posh and quite expensive, we definitely traveled as cheaply as we could. Our hotel rooms were very basic (but clean!), we feasted on baguettes and cheese while lounging on park benches each day at lunchtime (bliss!) and visited street vendors for food nearly every night, and we thoroughly enjoyed and experienced both cities (but in a rather non-fancy and exceedingly thrifty sort of way.)
Sweetie did make one food related splurge, however. When we wandered into a small pub one night down some random narrow cobblestoned street in London, Sweetie spied something on the menu that he really really wanted to try.
Steak and ale pie.
Yep. Steak. Plus beer. In a pie. It was love. English hospitality-style culinary love. And, five years later, Sweetie still speaks fondly of the best meal he had during our two weeks overseas.
So when a coworker (hi Laura!) recently mentioned that she’d found (and successfully tried) a very simple recipe for Steak and Guinness pie (courtesy of the wonderful and amazing Mr Jamie Oliver), I knew what I had to do: I had to make Sweetie a spectacularly yummy and special Valentine’s Day supper, featuring (of course) Steak and Guinness pie.
(Laura has an awesome blog over at The Cozy Project btw. Definitely check her out!)
I won’t completely rewrite the recipe here – it was quite easy to follow (despite a few English-isms that I interpreted along the way.) Instead, to keep things super simple, here is the link to the (delicious!) recipe…
The Fantastic Jamie Oliver’s Steak & Guinness Pie
And here’s my Steak and Guinness pie, all steak-y and Guinness-y and good.
In the end, it actually turned out rather impressive-looking, if I do say so myself (especially considering I’d never ever worked with puff pastry before.) I had a bit of pastry left over after covering the filling, so I improvised with a twisty rope border thingy (technical baking term) around the edge, and (being Valentine’s Day and all) I even added a (admittedly, kinda sad-looking) little puff pastry heart on top.
It was cute. And tasty. Yep, all in all it was a very successful English-honeymoon-nostalgia-filled Valentine’s Day meal.
And now I really really really want to go back to England.
Sigh.
But, regardless of whether we’re honeymooning overseas, or stuck in the midst of a gray, snowy, cold, miserable, seemingly never ending, O-M-G-will-spring-just-hurry-up-and-get-here-already Canadian winter, at least we have pie. Wonderful steak and Guinness pie.
Thank you Jamie Oliver! (And Laura too!) :)
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A rerun for Valentine’s Day (but a really good rerun – like, when your favourite episode of Friends comes on, and you know you’ve already seen it, like, 20 times, but you just can’t get enough of hearing Ross exclaim that they were “on a break”, so you settle in to watch it yet again… It’s THAT sort of rerun) (just without the bad 90′s fashion)
I don’t normally re-post past blog posts (since, if you’ve already read all 478 of my rather rambling posts on all of the various things that I’d like to do to my kitchen, do you really need [or, quite honestly, want?] to re-read all of my kitchen gnatterings a second time? I’m guessing the answer to that is a big fat capitalized NO.) BUT, in honour of Valentine’s Day (and in recognition of the fact that, sadly, baking is the only real way I put any major effort into my favourite heart-themed holiday) (sorry Sweetie!) I thought I’d delve into the archives for a really tasty Valentine’s Day recipe (which doesn’t just have to be reserved for Valentine’s Day – if you throw caution to the wind and pour the canned cherries on top of the cream cheese filling all willy-nilly and haphazardly and without attempting the adorable, but not at all necessary, heart-shape as suggested, this cheesecake is still just as yummy – I promise!)
(The heart just makes it super cute. And I love super cute things.)
Have a lovely Valentine’s Day!
The cheesecake incident (and other Valentine’s Day tales)
Once upon a time, a long long time ago (pre-marriage, pre-home ownership, pre-multi-cat clan) I made Sweetie a cheesecake for Valentine’s Day. Sweetie and I had only been together for a few months at this point, and I was quite proud of my pretty little cheesecake (and rather excited to show him my culinary skills!) It was perfect! I carefully decorated the top with a cherry pie filling heart, and lovingly stashed it away in the fridge so it would set and be ready for Valentine’s Day supper.
Then Sweetie came home from work. And then Sweetie went to look for a snack. And then… I heard a shriek come from the kitchen.
“Oh no! Sweetie?” I heard Sweetie exclaim. (And, yes, Sweetie calls me Sweetie.) (Barf, I know. We’re gross.)
“Yes?” I replied, a little concerned by the panic in his voice.
And then came the saddest question ever: “You have another cheesecake, right?”
I ran to the kitchen. There, upsidedown and on the floor in front of Bertha (the archaic electricity-sucking poop-coloured brown fridge that dominated our apartment kitchen) was my cheesecake.
It was a traumatic moment, I’m not gonna lie. And I did not, in fact, have another cheesecake.
It was a very sad Valentine’s Day indeed.
But, as always, life must carry on. And it did, sans cheesecake. Sweetie and I moved out of our ugly-fridge-filled apartment and bought our first house. We got married. We sold our first house and bought another house. And in the midst of all this moving and marrying we adopted a few cats along the way too.
Yes, cheesecake incident or not, life has been good.
In celebration of Valentine’s Day, and in remembrance of that sad, sad day many years ago, I delved into my recipe pile last night and made a cheesecake (much like the ill-fated floor-bound cheesecake of yore.) The recipe is super easy. It’s my mom’s cheesecake recipe (a well-loved recipe I remember her making throughout my childhood) but, truth be told, I’m pretty sure it’s actually quite likely Philly’s recipe, or Kraft’s recipe, or something like that. (Dear cream cheese makers and/or Kraft execs, I apologize if my mom plagiarized your recipe and called it her own. It’s very tasty! Thank you!)
Here’s the recipe…
INGREDIENTS
1 pre-made graham cracker pie crust (or if you’re really ambitious – I am not – you can make your own!)
1 envelope of Dream Whip (prepared)
1 cup icing sugar
1 8oz package of cream cheese (softened)
1 can of cherry pie filling
METHOD
1. Prepare Dream Whip according to package directions.
2. Add icing sugar and cream cheese. Beat until smooth.
3. Pour cream cheese mixture into graham cracker pie crust.
4. Refrigerate (far away from clumsy husbands) until set (a couple of hours should do!)
5. Top with cherry pie filling. (Heart shape adorable, but optional.)
6. Devour.
And here’s what my finished little heart-adorned Valentine’s Day cheesecake looks like…
Cute, eh? :)
That cheesecake is chilling in the fridge as we speak. And Sweetie has officially banished himself from our kitchen until suppertime, as he does every Valentine’s Day. He knows he only gets one Valentine’s Day cheesecake each year. And he also knows he’s prone to dropping things. Delicious things.
Yep. He’s not taking any chances.
Hope your Valentine’s Day is full of love, and food-related incident free. :)
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The cheesecake incident (and other Valentine’s Day tales)
Once upon a time, a long long time ago (pre-marriage, pre-home ownership, pre-multi-cat clan) I made Sweetie a cheesecake for Valentine’s Day. Sweetie and I had only been together for a few months at this point, and I was quite proud of my pretty little cheesecake (and rather excited to show him my culinary skills!) It was perfect! I carefully decorated the top with a cherry pie filling heart, and lovingly stashed it away in the fridge so it would set and be ready for Valentine’s Day supper.
Then Sweetie came home from work. And then Sweetie went to look for a snack. And then… I heard a shriek come from the kitchen.
“Oh no! Sweetie?” I heard Sweetie exclaim. (And, yes, Sweetie calls me Sweetie.) (Barf, I know. We’re gross.)
“Yes?” I replied, a little concerned by the panic in his voice.
And then came the saddest question ever: “You have another cheesecake, right?”
I ran to the kitchen. There, upsidedown and on the floor in front of Bertha (the archaic electricity-sucking poop-coloured brown fridge that dominated our apartment kitchen) was my cheesecake.
It was a traumatic moment, I’m not gonna lie. And I did not, in fact, have another cheesecake.
It was a very sad Valentine’s Day indeed.
But, as always, life must carry on. And it did, sans cheesecake. Sweetie and I moved out of our ugly-fridge-filled apartment and bought our first house. We got married. We sold our first house and bought another house. And in the midst of all this moving and marrying we adopted a few cats along the way too.
Yes, cheesecake incident or not, life has been good.
In celebration of Valentine’s Day, and in remembrance of that sad, sad day many years ago, I delved into my recipe pile last night and made a cheesecake (much like the ill-fated floor-bound cheesecake of yore.) The recipe is super easy. It’s my mom’s cheesecake recipe (a well-loved recipe I remember her making throughout my childhood) but, truth be told, I’m pretty sure it’s actually quite likely Philly’s recipe, or Kraft’s recipe, or something like that. (Dear cream cheese makers and/or Kraft execs, I apologize if my mom plagiarized your recipe and called it her own. It’s very tasty! Thank you!)
Here’s the recipe…
INGREDIENTS
1 pre-made graham cracker pie crust (or if you’re really ambitious – I am not – you can make your own!)
1 envelope of Dream Whip (prepared)
1 cup icing sugar
1 8oz package of cream cheese (softened)
1 can of cherry pie filling
METHOD
1. Prepare Dream Whip according to package directions.
2. Add icing sugar and cream cheese. Beat until smooth.
3. Pour cream cheese mixture into graham cracker pie crust.
4. Refrigerate (far away from clumsy husbands) until set (a couple of hours should do!)
5. Top with cherry pie filling. (Heart shape adorable, but optional.)
6. Devour.
And here’s what my finished little heart-adorned Valentine’s Day cheesecake looks like…
Cute, eh? :)
That cheesecake is chilling in the fridge as we speak. And Sweetie has officially banished himself from our kitchen until suppertime, as he does every Valentine’s Day. He knows he only gets one Valentine’s Day cheesecake each year. And he also knows he’s prone to dropping things. Delicious things.
Yep. He’s not taking any chances.
Hope your Valentine’s Day is full of love, and food-related incident free. :)
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Best/easiest/swirliest chocolate bark ever (all snazzed up with a little pompom prettiness!)
My traditional Christmas gift of choice for friends has always been baked goods of some sort. Last year I made fancy little chocolate truffles, peanut butter cookie reindeer, and chocolate cookie bark.
I didn’t take any pictures of last year’s treats, but luckily my friend (and happy cookie recipient) Shawn did.
And it got Instagram-ed. :)
(Related confession: I haven’t yet figured out Instagram. I should probably work on that eh?)
This year, I’m skipping the somewhat time-consuming (yet adorable!) pretzel-antlered cookies, and the crazy delicious (and rather pretty!) chocolate truffle balls, and I’m going straight to the bark. Partly because it’s everyone’s favourite. Partly because I haven’t had time yet this year to make multiple Christmas-tin offerings. (Has the Christmas season been insanely busy for anyone else this year? Or is it just me?) (Maybe it’s just me…)
My bark recipe? It’s Kraft’s. (Shhhh… Don’t tell!) And it’s absolutely delicious.
In a nutshell, bark-making looks a bit like this:
Melt this…
Add this (plus a wee bit of peanut butter)…
Drop (or dollop, if you prefer) randomly on wax paper…
Make super swirly…
Refrigerate and break into pieces. Poof! Bark!
The most important component (that isn’t listed in the ingredients?) LOVE. And a dash of Christmas cheer. And a pinch of merriness.
(Cheesy? Yep. True? Yep again!)
But, if you ask me, even more important than the bark itself is the bark delivery mechanism. If I delivered delicious cookie bark in a plastic baggie, would it be just as delicious? Likely. Would it be as special? Absolutely not!
Last year I packaged up my Christmas yumminess in pretty teal canisters. And they were cute with a capital C.
(Thank you again to Shawn for immortalizing the pretty multi-tin package I left on his front porch.) (And yes – I’m a bit of a Christmas cookie drop-and-dash kinda elf.)
This year I’ve moved beyond my tin-lined comfort zone and stepped things up a notch. I’ve moved on to glass containers. Fancy eh? Cue “ooooohs” and “aaaaaahs.”
I found these glass jars at HomeSense for $3.99 each. $3.99!
And with a wee little bit of yarn wrapped around the middle, and a couple of coordinating pompoms attached (I chatted a bit about my pompom obsession HERE), the once rather utilitarian glass jars become cheery bark-ready vessels.
I think they’re even cuter once filled with super swirly bark…
Yep! I’m pretty pleased with how they turned out. :)
So there! Dear friends, please consider this your 2012 Christmas-baking delivery preview. Coming shortly to a front porch near you!
Very shortly, in fact. Only six more days to go! :)
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Roadtrips and Halloween and pumpkins galore (yep, fall rocks)
It’s November now, and autumn is almost all finished up for another year. Insert wistful and nostalgic sigh HERE. It seems so unfair that fall, being such a lovely season (and, if you ask me, the very best season), flies by so quickly. Fall is Sweetie and my THING. Our anniversary is in the fall. We both love the cooler temperatures and falling leaves. We host my family for Thanksgiving each year. And, most importantly, we love pumpkins.
One could even possibly say that we’re pumpkin junkies, perhaps. We go gaga for the gourd. We dash to the pumpkin patch.
Or something like that.
I’m not entirely sure exactly when we became pumpkin people. But it happened pretty early on, I think. (Having been together for almost twelve years now, the early-years have started to blur a wee bit… there were pre-home-ownership apartments, there were minimum wage jobs, there were spur-of-the-moment cross-country roadtrips, there were fewer wrinkles and fewer gray hairs peeking through…) (and there was lots and lots of love… almost as much as there is today.) (And yes, feel free to gag a little. It’s all true, but even I rolled my eyes at myself just a bit for typing that.)
We were a little slow on pumpkin acquisition this year. We waited until the Saturday before Halloween to get our gourds. But, like every year, Pumpkin Day (as it’s officially known) began with a quick roadtrip to our favourite little lunch spot, Mackies (in the tiny little summer cottage town of Port Stanley on Lake Erie.)
Mackies caters to the beach crowd during the summer. They serve burgers and hotdogs and fries and onion rings primarily. It’s like a cholesterol junkie’s dream. And, it’s delicious.
We mainly go for the fries.
Mackies is also the home of Orangeade, a sweet orangey drink with little bits of orange pulp thrown in for fibre. Truthfully, I’m not a big Orangeade fan. (But please don’t tell Mr and Mrs Mackies that!) But it’s WHAT YOU GET when you go to Mackies (it’d be preposterous to request any other beverage!) So it’s what WE get when we go to Mackies too.
Plus Sweetie rather likes it.
(Dear commercial makers of Canada: Sweetie is really rather excellent at product placement and endorsement. Please consider this his official audition for your next big ad.)
Lunch devoured (and grease quota filled for the next six months or so) we headed out to Ferguson’s pumpkin patch. Ferguson’s is another of our traditions – we’ve been getting our pumpkins there for as long as I can remember. They have hay rides and face painting and scarecrow decorating and lots of fun things for kids. But most importantly? They’ve got some super stellar squash.
There’s the rather wholesome “pick your own pumpkin” option (which always looks like a lot of fun!) but I’m rarely wearing muddy-pumpkin-patch appropriate footwear (I seriously need to find myself some galoshes), so we normally make our selections from the flatbed-pumpkins (I’m guessing that’s their official breed name.)
And then, once we arrived home… pumpkin carving began. And it was crazy messy. And it was rather gross. But in the end it all worked out pretty well…
And, as per tradition, Sweetie turned the rather unappealing bowl of leftover pumpkin innards…
…into yummy roasted pumpkin seedy goodness.
Sooo good. They didn’t last long.
And, fifty kids dressed in rather well-thought-out and entertaining costumes later, Halloween was officially over. Poof! Just like that. :( And it’s suddenly now time to start shopping and decorating and planning for the next big holiday, when that lovely jolly chubby dude in the red suit and white beard comes to visit.
Until next year, of course, when Halloween all begins again with a trip to Mackies for more greasy goodness. :)
Hope your Halloween was full of deliciousness and tradition too!
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