Category Archives: Dips/Spreads
Before you read this. Yes, before.
Well, okay–maybe after you read. And maybe after you try making this really, really creamy light dip. But right after.
I want you all to get your flu shot.
Grab your loved ones and get them their flu shots, too.
If you’ve all been wondering where the hoozers I’ve been for the past 13 days, I’m just going to close my eyes and repeat…
Get. Your. Flu. Shot. PEOPLE. Seriously.
And please, don’t lick the spoon if you’ve got the flu (like I did) and are in the kitchen cooking for more than one (which I wasn’t, thankfully–I could barely take care of myself as it was). Maybe nobody else can see you, but the karma gods can. And they’ve got their eyes fixed on you like a daddy’s got his eyes on his daughter’s prom date.
Whizzing past all the far-too-graphic details with which I could regale you about my one-week sojourn in bed, however, I’d like to move on to the very important matter of…this dip. But this begs a slight digression first.
The worst part about the flu, aside from the massive fever and world-tilting-off-its-axis feeling every time you stand up, is the tummy aspect. This is my kind, euphemistic way of telling you that my toilet bowl and I became bestest buddies this week.
Yeah. Unfun, i.e. (according to our reliable friend Urban Dictionary), “the evil opposite of fun.”
Do you ever get that terrible feeling when you’re sick of being extremely hungry, but wanting absolutely nothing to do with food?
That defined the entirety of the first 72 hours of my flu.
For the next leg of 72 hours (the second trimester, if you will–because yes, 9 days of the flu feels as arduous and taxing as an entire pregnancy, right), I ate little nibbles here and there between racking hacking fits.… Read more
Oh, you’ll want to bookmark this one. Trust me.
Don’t believe me? Ask the dishes…
Or you can take my word for it. Because the dishes are empty.
As in dang-that-was-a-finger-lickin’-amazing-tzatziki empty.
Don’t worry, your jeans will thank me for this one as well. See this dip? No? Maybe we should get a closer look…
That’s your new year’s resolution in a dish calling out your name. Made with non-fat Greek yogurt, carrots, cucumbers, toasted walnuts, honey, and just a tiny (think miniscule!) smidge of mayo, this dip is for not for your waistline to die for.
Your sense of self-restraint might die for it, but I speak from personal experience when I say that tossing your self-restraint out the Paladinian window (okay, my apartment doesn’t actually have a Paladinian window, but would you crush a gal’s dreams now?) isn’t such a bad thing here. In fact, it’s a very good thing. Because instead of snacking on that towering pile of leftover lemon cheesecake and caramel flan from the new year’s party, you’ll be asking for someone to hand over the cucumbers.
I’m a devoted fan of tzatziki, but the tartness of it gets old after a while, so I decided to infuse my usual recipe with a bit of cool (and colorful!) kick. Instead of just the usual cucumber dealio, I tossed in some toasted walnuts (which added, as you might expect, a great nutty dimension), a smidge of honey and mayo (for a sweet, creamy contrast to the tang), and finely-cut carrots (great for added texture).
Yes, you may thank me now.
Or better yet, you may thank me after I’ve had another dish of this. If you’d like to make me one and find a way to ship it by express mail, I won’t object to that form of a thank-you gift, either.… Read more
“He bent down and pulled his wand out of the troll’s nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy grey glue.“
–Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone
I don’t know about you, but when it comes to funny-looking foods at my dinner table, I have a hard time keeping my imagination in check.
So when I peeked into my fridge this afternoon and noticed the woeful lack of Trader Joe’s Mediterranean hummus inside, and when I made up my mind right there that I was going to whip up my own batch of hummus with what I had on hand–black sesame seeds for tahini instead of regular white ones–you don’t need a vivid imagination like mine to imagine what happened next.
Flour Power: Making your own hummus, nut butter, or cookie butter from scratch helps you and your family avoid all those pesky preservatives lining your local store shelves. Plus, it’s a cinch! All you need are a few key ingredients, a food processor, and an active sense of adventure!
You can probably see where this discussion is headed. If you’re faint of stomach (don’t worry, I won’t go into anything actually explicit!), you might want to consider jumping to the recipe and forgetting the rest of this post ever happened. Yeah?
Still with me? Okay, here it is…
Okay, there. I said it.
Looking at this black sesame tahini hummus, that was the first thought that popped into my mind.
It’s delicious troll bogeys, though! And the hummus doesn’t actually look like a grey lump of glue–it actually looks, feels, and tastes like your average hummus…only gray.
You can eat it with anything you like–fruit, veggies, cookie butter (okay, maybe not cookie butter, but I do have a great granola recipe to share with you guys soon that you can use it in!).… Read more
How many of you have ever grabbed a spoon, dunked it in an obliging jar of peanut butter, and called the rest history? Anyone?
I would raise my hand, but it’s busy alternately typing and scooping up yet another spoonful of this creamy homemade honey peanut butter. Think I’m lying? Try me.
Wait, no. You can try me in about ten minutes, when I’ve stopped eating this addicting nut butter and washed my hands. Then you can try me.
While you’re waiting for me to get my gunky fingers licked clean, I want to tell you about LACMA, the Los Angeles County Museum of Art. My friend from Berkeley was visiting this weekend, and we randomly came across the most amazing and unexpected thing! Well, not the most amazing (Disneyland has that superlative covered, thank you very much) or most unexpected (it was a museum of, er, art, after all), but it was a close one.
It was Magritte’s famous picture: The Treachery of Images, also known by its caption, Ceci n’est pas une pipe (or “This is not a pipe”).
I stood in front of this picture for at least five minutes. Pretty neat to think about though, huh? I’ve always loved studying ideas of representation and deconstruction, so this painting is right up my alley. (Wikipedia has some cool stuff to say about it, too.)
I remember seeing the Mona Lisa for the first time in seventh grade and feeling really, really underwhelmed. Not so with my dear friend Magritte!
Yet another A-list hard-hitter was the original Andy Warhol tomato can series exhibit. I don’t know why I didn’t expect this stuff in a huge museum of art, but I was pretty much floored when I suddenly found myself nose-to-nose with the paintings, which were hanging there just like everything else.… Read more