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Pulp Fiction Thanksgiving

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PULP FICTION THANKSGIVING

 

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I don’t know if you know this, but my honey M.C. Nugget and I will be apart during the Thanksgiving Holiday. I know, I know. Boo hop hoo.  But don’t cry for me, beautiful Internet. It was my decision because I just couldn’t take the time off work to make the trip. Plus, I’ll be here with one of my sons and some very good friends, and IT’S ONLY A FEW DAYS, people.

So, looking back to this past weekend, it was really serendipitous more than anything else that I decided on Saturday night to make a mini-Thanksgiving feast for us. I happened upon the free-sample counter at Trader Joe’s on my way home on Friday, and they just so happened to be serving an oven roasted Turkey Breast, Stuffing with chicken sausage, turkey gravy and cranberry relish.

They caught me while I was hungry.

I bought the entire package of goods they were selling, as well a very nice bottle of white wine.

SUCKER OVER HERE.

But on Saturday as we were planning our evening, I decided to invite a gal-pal who lives in Los Angeles by herself, without any family, and she happily agreed. She also added to the feast (mashed potatoes, green beans and more wine).

So on Saturday evening, we prepared and ate more than we should, and drank some delicious wine.

THEN THE WIGS CAME OUT.

It started innocently enough. We were talking about taking advantage of the iceskating rink in Santa Monica, which is outdoors and open for a few months each year, even if it’s 80 degrees outside. We planned to go sometime in December and leave our mark on the place.

“We have to wear funky hats or something” our friend (who is a veteran Burning Man patron, and can’t seem to do anything without adding a little glitter) said.

“Hats? I’ve got hats. I’ve got WIGS too.”

So the hats and wigs came out, and THIS is how our Thanksgiving celebration became like Pulp Fiction.

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Stay tuned for the Santa Monica Ice edition.

And have a HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

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It’s no longer known as the breakup meal

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Now DON’T BE SHY. READ THE WHOLE POST & LEAVE A REPLY at the bottom people.

I absolutely love to cook. And not in that, “Yeah… I’ll whip you up some scrambled eggs,” kind of “love to cook” way, either. Sure, I can make all of the basics and I often do, but I am a pretty good cook. I am thrilled to pieces when I’m dining at my favorite restaurant and experience something so incredibly delicious that I want to recreate it in my kitchen.

I do this often.

Often it works out exactly as I’d hoped. Sometimes it’s not so great, and still other times, I exceed my own expectations and am personally wowed. That’s when I pat myself on the back and proceed to forget everything I did to create the magic.

But it’s no small task recreating things you’ve had at one time in a great restaurant.  You’ve got to possess some incredibly resilient taste buds with some kind of elephant memory or something.

On the other hand, it’s totally possible to wow the people you are feeding, without going all Julia Child on them. If you’ve been reading my blogs for a while, you should know this by now: If there is an easy way, I’m going to find it and do it, if I’m not already doing it.

Here’s a hint: This “wowing” is accomplished by cheating.

I do this often (also no surprise). Especially when I’m hungry and I run across an item that will provide me the “cheat” I’m looking for.

This brings me to the other day.

When I came home to cook dinner, I’d been at the market hungry and feeling creative.  The plan was to make really great stir fry, but I just wanted a little something extra. I’d perused the aisles and came across frozen Chicken Shui Mai.

Do you know what this is, you guys?  It’s a little wonton shaped food icon (if food possesses a weird shape, it’s a food icon, like the little twitter bird icon or the little man for “readit”).

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These are Chicken Shui Mai icons.

 

Shui Mai is like a dumpling of YUMMINESS. And the frozen variety usually comes with dipping sauce (I highly recommend it from Trader Joe’s). Ignoring the directions on the package, because, hey – I’ve eaten this stuff. I’ve got this – I whipped out my skillet and sautéed those babies with fresh onion and garlic, a little salt and pepper… It wasn’t long before it was ready to present.

When I brought it out, announcing the Chicken Shui Mail to M.C. Nugget he asked, “Wow! What brings this on?”

Pause…

“Is this the breakup meal?“

I laughed. The guy cracks me up. I can’t help it.

“No seriously! You know what they say… Chicken Shui Mai and it’s all over…”

Okay. This KILLED me! I was laughing, but I promised to stop making it.

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…..

It’s no longer known as the breakup meal.

It’s been requested for next Tuesday.

 

 

Image credit: http://rasamalaysia.com/recipe-chicken-shu-mai-siu-mai/

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