Where’s Your Banana-Chocolate Milk Mustache?

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I hate milk. Straight milk, that is. Sure, I take it in my coffee and in milk shakes (which should really just be called ice cream shakes) and when I was a kid I used to drink chocolate milk. But straight milk makes me nauseated. And I can never do the smell test when the milk is bad because every time I smell it, even if it’s a new jug, I think it smells like throw-up. So I’m saying that to say – I have to sneak milk into my diet by using other methods. Hence the delicious drink I will shortly describe.

For some reason (fine, when do I ever not talk about food) I was telling Elizabeth, my old house mate’s new house mate, about my banana and PB sandwich and how I wish I knew other ways to use up post-ripe bananas. She then told me about this nutritious and tasty drink starring a ripe, but frozen, banana. It’s a really simple – throw everything in the blender – type of drink. Her version is much simpler, and much healthier. But I’ll give you mine first. You know, because god-forbid I ever follow a recipe exactly the way it’s supposed to be.

i measured!

I did measure, though.

Banana-Chocolate Smoothie

To start, when a banana starts to over ripen, slice it into rounds, put it in a ziplock bag and throw it in the freezer.

In a blender: 1 frozen, sliced banana, 1 cup skim milk, 1 tablespoon hot chocolate mix (sans marshmallows), 2 tablespoons light chocolate syrup, 1 teaspoon vanilla extract, 1 teaspoon honey. Blend until smooth.

Elizabeth’s recipe included the banana, skim milk, vanilla extract and cocoa powder (I tried to find it at my local market, but I don’t think they had it.) It’s not supposed to be a sweet drink, but I wanted more chocolate taste and I wanted to add the the thickness that honey brings to the party.

Photos: 80P

Yes, I Would Like Egg On My Face

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(in case you’re wondering what design is hiding underneath the sandwich)

It’s rare that I keep bread in the house. Not that I have anything against carbs or whatever, I just normally don’t make sandwiches. I’ll either throw something over a salad, in a pita or under eggs. And toast, please – we all know I take my grains in the form of begals.

On a whim I convinced 80 to pick up some turkey deli meat on his trip to Whole Foods. (And bread, for turkey sandwiches.) Clearly I should have known that WF doesn’t just sell regular, plain old sliced turkey. No, 80 had to buy 10 dollars worth of real smoked turkey breast that we had to slice ourselves. (It was delicious, look for details on my kick-ass turkey sandwich in a later post.)

But now to the sandwich at hand. It’s a really simple egg sandwich enhanced with some fridge staples. Recipe and *bonus* trick post jump.

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Granola: Because Sometimes Hippies are Just Right

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My favorite thing about getting into cooking is that you slowly realize all food is prepared by people. I know this doesn’t seem like an earth-shattering revelation, but I’m serious. In this pre-packaged age, there are so many foods that I would never in a million years think about being cooked by people; I just assume they are magically produced by elves or something.

Granola definitely falls into this category for me. Like Rice Krispies, English Muffins or Pop Tarts, it’s just something that is there in the morning when I wake up, not something I might be able to cook.

That is of course, until I turned on Alton Brown’s Good Eats episode about oats. I don’t know exactly how I thought granola was made, but I was pretty sure it involved a Navajo spirit stick or the bark of a Joshua Tree or something like that. Lo and behold, granola isn’t made like that at all – it’s just toasted oats coated in sugar and some other crap – amazing!

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Lazy Saturday

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The calm before the storm. New Years is almost here and this time people are coming to DC. In just a few short hours, several friends from college will storm into town, and the partying will begin. So with about 4 hours worth of cleaning to do, Gansie and I decided we needed some food fuel. I whipped up some scrambled eggs with sauteed red onion, garlic, and roasted red and yellow peppers. We toped that off with some amazing bagels from York, PA and a fresh cut apple.

But mainly, this post is an excuse to post some more photos with my new camera.

As for the recipe, I sauteed the onion and garlic first in some olive oil, adding the jarred roasted peppers when the garlic and onion is almost finished. Remove the veggies and scramble the eggs in the same pan. When the eggs are about a minute short of done, add back in the cooked veggies and mix. Easy as pie.

Oh, and here is another picture, EXTREME CLOSE-UP:

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Fly Eagles Fly

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Much to Gansie’s chagrin I have not turned into a full-fledged Philadelphia Eagles fan. My theory is that I couldn’t possibly understand the pain and torment that constant losing brings; so I will root for them, but can’t call myself a fan. It wouldn’t be fair to real Bird’s fans. Plus, I’m a Duke basketball fan, I root for winners (just lost half of our readership).

A couple of Sunday’s ago, our movie star friend Matt (broadandpatterson) offered up 2 of his season tickets to me and Gansie. We jumped at the chance to spend 8 hours in 30 degree weather; who wouldn’t? This being football and all, we knew we had to tailgate. Unfortunately, Matt and Julie couldn’t leave DC until Sunday morning, so they missed most of the fun. But Gansie and I, along with Gansie’s brother and his extremely hungover friend, did make it out the lot by 10:30am (1 pm game).

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Earl Grey’s Drunk Cousins

When Britiannia cooked us his take on a delicious English Breakfast, clearly, amazing drinks were in order. And we’re not talking tea.

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The mixed drink creation, above, came from our dinner companion, Joey. Inspired by the classic bellini and the neighborhood Maggie Moo’s.

Gay Man’s Bellini

Drop one scoop of Raspberry Sorbet in a highball glass or champagne flute. Add one shot of SKYY (or better) vodka and fill rest of glass with champagne. Top it off with a splash of OJ.

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For the beer lovers, I brought over my fav brew of all time: Beamish. Hey, in my mind, Irish and English go very well together.

Photos: 80P

Find more cocktail recipes in Endless Cocktails

We’ll Pretend It’s 8 AM

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Editors Note: One of our fav ES fans, Britannia, offered to cook us an authentic English Breakfast, with even the bacon shipped from England. Here is his account of the night. And, thanks again, Brit, lovely “dinner.”

It was my first outing cooking for the great Gansie, 80 Proof and BS, the pressure, the stress, what to do! I’m not a fancy cook, well, I can be, but if I tried and then messed up I’d never live it down. There was only one thing I could do, something I grew up with all my life, and I had the supplies. An English Breakfast.

The Meal: Eggs; scrambled and fried, bacon, sausage, baked beans, tomato, mushrooms, toast, brown sauce, and apparently vodka (special drink to be detailed in later post.)

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Bacon, it’s from a pig. American bacon is cut from the under belly of the pig, this creates a more streaky meat, more fat. English bacon is cut from the back of the pig, this provides more meat, almost like a ham quality. English bacon (and I’m ready to duck, here) is far superior than American bacon — it just is. No further discussion. The only problem is I can’t get it here, this is a problem unless of course you have a kind mother who is willing to FedEx it overnight to you, or you have a friend visiting to bring with.

I cooked the bacon on a broil pan, cooking this way helps maintain its flavour, less greasy than a frying pan but not as healthy as grilling.

Read on for the rest of the breakfast-as-dinner meal.

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