Archive | February, 2012

Apple, Pecan, and Blue Cheese Salad with Dried CHERRIES*

28 Feb

Oh god. Just typing that name made me want to make it for dinner tonight. And so it shall be done.

Just an odd, aerial view from that delicious dinner last week…

There is something so adult about salads with fruit, right? Is it just me? I mean, young Chrissy definitely preferred her a ranch salad with shredded carrots and a crouton or 3000. And up until a year ago, I still thought that that was my preference. But no. Especially not after this salad.

And can I just say how awesome I feel when I make my own salad dressing? Pretty awesome. It’s SO easy ANNNND it has the added benefit of being able to annoy people by saying, “I MADE IT MYSELF! THE DRESSING! I MADE IT MYSELF!” Which is always fun.

Omnomnomnomnom. And this is coming from someone who thinks salads are for rabbits and other demons.

Yep. Definitely making this again tonight. You win, rabbits / demons.

Apple, Pecan, and Blue Cheese Salad riiiiiiiiight….HERE.


*yeah. it’s cherries. not cranberries. whatev.

BrusselsSSSSSSSS Sprouts

28 Feb

The Pioneer Woman’s Brussels Sprouts with Balsamic and Cranberries

I have an unhealthy obsession with this woman, I know. If you ever hear that I packed up all my belongings and left New York for “the ranch”, you should probably call the authorities.

Hands down, the best brussels sprouts recipe I have EVER had.



Pork Chops with Garlic and Wine.

28 Feb

If I could alter the title of this recipe, it would be, “Kinda Ugly When Plated Pork Chops with SO FREAKING MUCH GARLIC and Some Wine But It Is AWESOME”.

I don’t have much to say about this meal. It was easy enough, although I do like to juggle a million different things at once by making a ton of other side dishes that allll call for your one oven at different temperatures. I enjoy driving myself crazy, apparently. It IS an easy recipe, as long as you don’t have too much else going on.

It was good. I’m always a bit scared of pork chops because they always tend to taste a little watery to me, no matter where I get ’em from. But I think I used about 25 cloves of garlic in this (I’m a beast) and seasoned like a madman, in fear. And it was perfect. As I said in the post below, I paired it with that apple / pecan / blue cheese salad and the brussels (I’ll never get over that extra ‘s’) sprouts. It was the PERFECT MEAL. The perfect blend of flavors and just plain pretty. That salad is so, so pretty.

I’ll divide this up into 3 posts, this being the first….here are my pictures from the pork chops!

Yikes, see….that’s an ugly photo. I promise it’s delicious : )

Pioneer Woman’s Garlic and Wine Pork Chops HERE!

Let me know how it goes! xx

I suck.

28 Feb

I don’t know how else to say it. I want to post more. I have every intention of posting more. But those days of sitting in bed with a glass of red and all the time in the world have been so, so rare lately.

I think about you guys all the time. I come to read the comments, which are sparse now to say the least. The hits are down. I’m sad. And I don’t even get profit off this site so what do I care….well I care!! I like people coming here and saying they tried something and loved it! And now I have failed you…

I HAVE been cooking, too. Not as much as I’d love to be. It’s just the blogging part that has been difficult.

All these flights are spent reading cooking magazines, dog-earing corners for future use. I say, “oh they will LOVE this” when I see a recipe that makes me think of you guys because we are best friends and all. I’ve done alllllll these fun nights like “Watch What Happens Live” or hosting the E! post Oscar show or the chaos that is a week in Vegas for Sports Illustrated. But you know what is on my mind??? The food I get to have after all the bullcrap and hoopla. It’s all so much fun but at the end of the day, my thoughts go back to food. It’s like your friend who had some shithead boyfriend then she finally got a new, cool boyfriend but she sits up at night thinking of the asshole. Or is that just me. No it’s totally not me. I definitely am not sitting up at night thinking about assholes. Ew that’s gross. And food isn’t the asshole here. It’s the good boyfriend. So this analogy is just terrible I’m sorry anyhow…

I was in LA and here’s how the story ALWAYS goes…

John goes to the gym with his trainer, Malcolm. He comes home and I ask, “what are we doing for dinner tonight?” 90% of the time, John says he will be working. I yell, “MALLLLCOLM”. Malcolm comes out of the guest room. I ask Malcolm if he will be going to the studio with John, or staying home for dinner. And, not to brag, but Malcolm ALWAYS says, “if you are making dinner, I am staying!!!”. Sometimes he will even have dinner plans, then I make a frowny face. He says, “oh don’t worry, I can have 2 dinners.”

That’s what is so great about Malcolm. He loves a home cooked meal and he eats anything. The one thing he doesn’t eat? Avocado. Which I changed with my cheesy guacamole. I mean, it’s not quite just avocado, but still. Baby steps.

Malcolm knows not to believe me 90% of the time when I serve the meal with a warning. I am KNOWN for serving meals with a warning. Usually something along the lines of, “Okay now I’ve never made this before and I’ve never used saffron annnnd I might be a little heavy handed so it migggggght be a little sour…”.

He invites his friend over and together they play about 50 games of Madden (grown men) while drinking endless Hennessy. Actually come to think of it, that might be why Malcolm loves everything I make. The Hennessy.

I know to yell “DIIIIIIINNNNNNER” about 10 minutes before it’s ready to serve, because oh no, Madden cannot just be immediately paused. NO! Certain plays must be….played out. Clocks must…run out. I don’t fucking know but I’ve learned this is how it works.

Point is, I made the Pioneer Woman’s pork chops with garlic and wine, brussels sprouts (WHAT THE FUCK, IT’S “BRUSSELS SPROUTS”???? I THOUGHT IT WAS BRUSSEL SPROUTS life is over too much to handle) with balsamic and cranberries, and an apple, pecan and blue cheese salad. It was divine.

The point of this post (if you’ve been here, you know there rarely is one) is that I love cooking for Malcolm. He makes you feel good about anything you make. I love being in LA, in that kitchen. The second point? I’m sorry I haven’t posted much.

And for the record, yes we save a bit for Johnny.

Recipes to come!



15 Feb

O man! I swear I am trying to touch up the photos for a totally different post but am seeing soooo many great things in my albums that I’ve been eating lately. That I took photos of. Because I am a dork.

This photo is from the 2nd order I placed for this same exact burger the next day. I opened up the first one and ate it before I could get my camera. I have problems.

I guess I haven’t really had time to cook lately so I’ve been eating out (or calling in) some yummy shit.

My friend Melissa texted me the other day and said, “Wherrrrre can I order, for delivery, a delicious burger that is, you know, organic and nice but not fancy restaurant style?”


Melissa is awesome because we are the same about food. We love delicious things, of course, but want to feel good about what we eat. Hence my low-carb crap, it just makes me feeeeeel better. I wake up hungry rather than weighed down by last night’s pasta. It’s nice. Although of course I do go crazy for one meal once a week just to stay sane. Usually on lasagna verdi day at Frank NYC (2nd Ave and 5th street). Anyhow, I frequently get messages from her asking if there is any kind of equally satisfying, low-carb version of a dish that is completely carby like scalloped potatoes or something. It makes me so happy. We are the same.

Her asking for that burger was basically like a commercial for me. I am an advertiser’s DREAM. As in, if I see a commercial with something alluring on it, I MUST HAVE IT THAT DAY. Even knowing those “flame-broiled burgers” are raw on the inside and cooked with a torch and spray painted with grill marks and the sesame seeds are placed atop the hand-painted bun with tiny tweezers for the commercial, I still must have it. That stupid sticky roller that picks up every piece of pet hair (or pennies apparently, if you just have tons of pennies on your floor at all times) — I must have it. Oxy Clean? Have a plastic tub full of it already. I want more. The only thing I don’t want right now is a subscription to Education Connection, a catheter, or an attorney for ruined vaginal mesh. Seriously what the fuck? Why does it need a commercial? Do people need to be reminded that their vaginal mesh is ruined and they might need a lawyer for it? Is it something that isn’t constantly on their mind and they just need a gentle prodding to do something about it? More importantly, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT. Please don’t answer.*

Anyhow. She found a burger. She described it to me using words that were pretty much dirty-talk to me.

I had the burger. I saw heaven.

Lettuce-wrapped, which is highly underrated. With the perfect lettuce, good ol’ fashioned iceberg and perfectly cooked, juicy meat, you will not miss the bun. I promise.

Order it with chipotle mayo and thank me later. Also seems insanely easy to replicate the entire burger. Just lettuce, tomato, onion, and a turkey patty. Mix your mayo with sriracha hot sauce.

I ate this 3 times in 4 days. It’s that good. Now I’m starving.

Lucky’s Famous Burgers

147 East Houston Street  New York, NY 10002

(212) 254-4900

* No offense if something is wrong with your vaginal mesh. All comments on my blog are based on pure confusion and / or my own opinion.



15 Feb

In Vegas! Time to start the official Vegas leg of Sports Illustrated Swim launch week! Currently sitting up in bed, waiting to shower. Waiting because I had a spray tan right after we landed. A THREE AM SPRAY TAN! You’re supposed to wait 8 hours before showering so here I am, festering in my own stink.

I always talk about something disgusting before something delicious. Or after. What is wrong with me.

Look! Ribs. Sweet, sweet ribs.

Was going through photos and came across this one that immediately made me hungry again. The post-Grammy food fest we had at wonderful “Jar” in LA.

Meat lovers paradise.

Working on a new post with 3 new, crazy-delicious recipes but also wanted to tell you: GO TO JAR. And get the lychee martini. But be warned. It sneaks up on you. Well I guess I can’t really say it sneaks up on you when you have 4.


8225 Beverly Blvd

LA, CA, 90048

(323) 655-6566


7 Feb

I’m sleepy.

I hope you all had a delicious Super Bowl! It was my life’s goal to make a big super bowl post, a la the one I did for Thanksgiving — but I truly just had no time. I started realizing that I was rushing through cooking, taking terrible photos, and DREADING going to the grocery store because of the countless other things on my mind. It wasn’t fun so I kind of just gave up 😦 But I do hope you got the chance to see my links to those bacon meatballs and other recipes on my twitter timeline. Judging from the photos I received, the meatballs were a huge, huge hit!

Here’s some pics of mine…taken by phone. Dogs ate my camera, remember…

So….just a warning….post-wise, it’s not gonna get any better now. For I am off to LA for the Grammy’s, then, for the third year in a row, I am forced to take the red eye home directly after to do all the press business that comes with something as massive as the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue. The red-eye only sucks because you miss all the parties, but I’ve come to realize it’s the most hilarious flight EVER. It’s FULL of people who go straight from the ceremony or the parties, so everyone is dressed up, and more importantly, DRUNK AS SHIT. It is pure comedy to be at baggage claim in New York, seeing everyone come down the escalator, half asleep from the flight, in wrinkled suits or pulling bobby pins out of their hair.

We have an SI Swim launch in NYC, run around to every media outlet possible, then have the party (which we bring our luggage to) then immediately head to Vegas for a few more days of press and parties. From there I go to Miami for one night, then Orlando for All-Star weekend. NOOOO complaints here, I mean what a wonderful freaking life I get to live, just so much going on this month when paired with the hoopla of the Super Bowl, my anxiety levels are sky high. I only know wherrrre I have to go. I have no times, no itineraries, no idea what is happening…and I am such a planner so this drives me nuts…

That top photo? I’m doing that now. I know I was only in Indy, but man, it feels like jet lag.

I have a fashion shoot at the French Culinary Institute tomorrow. Will try to take some behind the scenes photos of that craziness. Let’s just hope class is in session.

Sorry for my neglect 😦 Miss you guys but know you’ll be with me through all my travels in spirit. Spirit = twitter.