Back in college, I got hooked on a delivery place for (usually) late-night post-drinking munchies. D.P. Dough made several different kinds of calzones. My favorite was the Buffalo Zone (later renamed the Buff Zone, for reasons beyond my understanding). It was, unsurprisingly, a calzone stuffed with buffalo chicken. I ordered that much more often than I care to remember. Now, I'm nowhere near a D.P. Dough, and I've yet to find a place that sells a calzone that matches it. One of the upsides of cooking for yourself is you can make something just the way you want it. Back when we were still in Chicago, that's exactly what we did. Usually, Stacey takes point on the calzones. But Stacey went back to Liverpool today, so I'm left on my own. Helpfully, Stacey left some dough behind from the pumpkin pizza she made last week, so I had all I needed to make a calzone on my own. Wow, OK, this picture's not as good as I hoped. In front is a ricotta mixture, wi...
Normally, when we have clam chowder, Stacey takes up the cooking. In my continuing attempts to branch out, however, I decided to take a shot at it. When I cook a new item, I like to use a recipe, unless I'm just making up new ways to season chicken or steak. For clam chowder, I was going to want to use a recipe. I asked Stacey to send me one and she complied , because she likes it when I'm cooking dinner when she gets home from school. Unfortunately, instead of a chowder, it ended up a little too think. I used too much flour, not enough half and half. It was more of a clam, onion and potato oatmeal. The "chowder," of course, is on the right. On the left is my garlic bread, which I usually make when we have a soup or salad of some sort. Take a loaf of Italian bread, slice it up (I usually get 12 slices or so), butter the bread and season with garlic salt and some red pepper and toss it in a toaster oven. Viola. I'll have to make the chowder a...
I'm surprised at how much more often I'm compelled to post here when I'm writing about the food I make. I've always liked to cook, but I didn't really branch out to try some more complicated things until I moved out to Illinois. For the longest time, my menu consisted of steak and pasta, some quesadillas, the occasional chicken parmigiana and scrambled eggs. That all started to change when we moved to Palatine. On Easter Sunday 2009, Stacey suggested I make huevos rancheros for her, her brother and me for breakfast. The experiment turned out well , and I started to make it more regularly as a special breakfast treat, breaking up the monotony of cereal and other simpler breakfast foods. I tend to make the dish a bit differently for Stacey than I do for me. For her, I put everything in one big pile: I layer the corn tortillas, pile the refried beans (an addition from the first version), the eggs and the salsa over the tortillas. She cuts it up and eats it with...
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