Because this is my blog and I say so!
So I love to cook. It’s pretty well-known in my group of friends that I’m quite the little chef. I would like to attribute this to my dad, S.Peartown. Now S.Peartown is a pretty big man’s man– fishing, building things, power tools, growing beards. The works, ya’know? And I am many things but I can assure you all that I’m not a man’s man so my father and I never had too much in common, that is until we both stepped into the kitchen. S.P, I’m seriously getting tired of typing out the full name so excuse me, taught me the basics and got me going. I think I got my first cookbook when I was about seven. Why I never went to culinary art school is beyond me, but that’s a completely different conversation and I’ve already meandered off my original topic too much. So! Back to the beginning.
I love to cook. J loves to eat (and so do I, but honestly… who doesn’t?). The things I like to cook and J likes to eat are… well… different to say the least. J likes to describe his palette as ‘simple’. I like to describe it as ‘boring’. I love to cook with kale, chickpeas, brussel sprouts, eggplant, tofu- years of being a vegetarian taught me to love those things. Since J has moved in, though, Ragu and Totino’s Pizza have become pretty common. So I’ve made a commitment to cooking actual meals that not only I like, with my crazy culinary desires, but also J likes, with his taste buds of a kindergartner. I kid! I kid! I mean his extremely manly and handsome taste buds that make my taste buds swoon.
The first up to bat is Slow-Cooked Italian Beef. So I only started eating meat again in the past six months or so. I get a lot of questions to why I did this and, in all honesty, I just wanted a damn ham sandwich. Vegetarianism was fun and all, but I’ve moved to a different stage of my life and blah blah blah. Okay! Back to the beef! I’ve had my cheesy little slow-cooker for about a year now and have cooked two, yes ladies and gentlemen two, meals in it. So I decided to break that sucker in with some delicious meat!
All in all, this was delicious! And very very very easy to make. Yeah, it was a tad pricey, because of the chuck roast, but it made enough for two people to eat two nights in a row. I’m pretty sure J had two each night and I had one hefty one- so it made a bunch. To quote J, “This is way better then Al’s Beef”.
Slow Cooker Italian Beef
3 cups water
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon ground black pepper
1 teaspoon dried oregano
1 teaspoon dried basil
1 teaspoon onion salt
1 teaspoon dried parsley
1 teaspoon garlic powder
1 bay leaf
1 (.7 ounce) package dry Italian-style salad dressing mix
1 (3.5 pound) rump roast
1 green pepper
(so I know this looks like a TON of ingredients, but it’s mainly spices– promise!)
So after working countless hours at the bakery, I finally have a day off. This isn’t a stress-free day off, though. Mardi Gras looms in the future and that means the fo’ real Paczki Day is coming up. Now, that doesn’t mean much to most people- but when you work in one of the most well-established bakeries in the Northside of Chicago… well, the thought is foreboding to say the least. To be honest, I’ll probably be very excited when it’s over with merely based on the fact that I have eaten so many paczki this week that I believe that my insides have, in fact, turned into raspberry jelly.
But that’s okay! Today I will put all of those worries aside because today will be full of relaxation. The Netflix Instant is queued up on the television, tea is being made on the stove, and the laundry that needs to be put away? Well, that can wait an hour or so.
Also, later today after J gets home from work we are going to go venture out on a dinner date to Goose Island because it’s our favorite time of the week there– half off appetizer day. Which essentially means dinner for half the price AND dinner consisting of all of the delicious munchies one should probably refrain but eating (but it’s totally justifiable because, hello!, half off).
Also got a call from my sister, Jill, concerning her dog Lilly. Long story short, Lilly’s back legs decided to stop working about a month ago and after some pretty intense surgery and even more intense therapy- she seems to be doing better. Recently J and I sent the Lillster some ‘Get Well’ presents and she seems to be loving them! Which is the best news I could’ve gotten.
Also, speaking of Ginger (or as I have dubbed her throughout her life, Lady G) I have decided on my next tattoo. That, of course, will be of the distinguished and high-class Lady Ginkerton of Royal Oak. Pretty silly, I know- but you are talking to a girl who already has a tattoo of her badicle cat (or cattoo, if you will). Since I’m not to crazy big into music or sayings or other stuff people loved getting inked all over them, and I am crazy big into my lovable dopes of animals- I’ve decided why the hell not! Let’s go big or go home on my left arm and deck that sonuvabetch out in the ‘Aww’some factor of animals.
And as before, speaking of cats! J and I have decided to get Asia a little baby brother or sister. J, who actually proposed the idea and put me in a momentary state of shock, has one requirement that it be a gray cat. So boo-hoo to me and my dreams of a white cat to go along with Asia. Goodbye all my hopes of singing ‘Ebony and Ivory’ to them at any given moment. At least they will be both pretty monochromatic… which I guess I can live with.