I Stuffed You, I Baked You, I Eated You!

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I’ve been thinking about Baked Stuffed Zucchini ever since Rooms brought them up last month. My vegetarian GF has already made this a couple of times, mostly because when she asks me what she should cook for dinner, it’s the only thing I can think of that doesn’t have bacon. So I decided to give it a go myself last week.

I followed Rooms’ basic instructions, mixing it up with what I had in my fridge, and ending up with a spicy, Asian take on the stuffed zukes. The outside part is the same at Rooms:

– Cut your zucchinis in half. Rub them with extra virgin and salt and pepper, then bake at 400 for about 10 minutes.

Then I got a little crazy…

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Bougie Up That Sandwich

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We’ve talked a lot about crazy sandwiches here at ES,and one of my favorites I’ve ever heard of is the Southside Slope sandwich available at Pittsburgh’s legendary Fatheads sandwich shop: fried pierogies and kielbasa sausage topped with onions, American cheese and “horsey sauce.”

One of these days I’ll make it to Pitt to try this beautiful blue collar creation, but in the meantime I’ll have to content myself with my own knockoff version.

I had a couple of leftover frozen Mrs. T’s potato pierogies the other day when inspiration hit and I started emptying my fridge. Of course, when I empty my fridge, I don’t find things like American cheese and horsey sauce, but some odd slices of prosciutto and a little bit of herbed cheese. OK, I admit, as much as I talk about American food, I’m a pretty bougie motherfucker. But I also have to say, my classed-up Southside Slope–we’ll call it the Southside Park Slope–was pretty freakin delicious…

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Calling All Refrigerator Contents

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This past weekend was the first in a LONG time that I’ve been home.  And it feels good, especially to have time to cook.  And as breakfast food is my favorite, I have fun simply scrambling eggs or straight making shit up.  This weekend fell in the latter category.  Going by this general idea of a frittata, I threw in tons of half-empty, soon to be spoiled, contents of my fridge.

Continue reading for the next chapter in gansie vs. ricotta

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The Ghosts of Gansie’s Pantry

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I guess you can call this being lazy. But, shit, its August. If the Post can rationalize a 13-day serial on a 7 year old unsolved murder, than I can surely rehash a few recipes. (Although, like my friend Pie-ka, I’m totally into the salacious story of an intern, a congressman and piss-poor policing.)

Anyway, just like a year ago, I’m still very into bulgur wheat, feta, avocado and putting an egg on anything possible. As I was trying to clear out the fridge before I leave for the Jersey Shore this weekend (!) I saw all of those wondrous ingredients.

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An Acceptable Cake for Dinner

Plated Fish Cakes

Since 80 went to all that trouble encasing two entire whole fish in a salt and egg white crust, I painstakingly went through the leftover fish—scraping and pulling and plucking—to salvage all of that delicious, moist meat for another dish. So while everyone was drinking our donated wine (thanks to Anna and Jeb who sent us back from their wedding weekend with more than half a case of leftover wine from the rehearsal dinner) I was at the dining room table, trying to avoid touching fish eyes and collecting bones.

And I actually knew what I wanted to make right away – fish cakes. I love crab cakes, but never think to buy packaged lump crab meat. I’d rather hammer away at the suckers during a crab boil and beer fest. It’s one of the things I most look forward to in the summer. That and laying out at the Jersey shore (or friends’ balconies. I will have a balcony or roof deck one day!)

I spied these two recipes and basically borrowed what I liked from each to create my version. Recipe post jump.

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A Totally Not Politically Correct Asian Meal

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I’ve mentioned this before, but Sunday night is not THE big dinner night over at our place. I know big, cooking, homey Sunday Dinners maintain a long tradition in many cultures (especially my Italian friends growing up) but I’ve always considered Sunday to be order-in night. Ask DAD GANSIE, he’ll concur.

As such, this past Sunday, after a trip to see my sister play rugby in PA (yes, BS, Alex, 80P, SAG, Morgansm and I all tailgated for this monster event) and party at my cousin’s Bat Mitzvah, we ordered in Mr. Chen’s Organic Chinese Cuisine. Now, Chen’s has gotten some love from District residents, but I really don’t see it.

Last time I ordered there I got the Rice Noodles with vegetables. And I didn’t like it. But of course, I totally forgot when I ordered this past Sunday, and ordered it again. (Rice noodles are the kind you get with Pad See Eaw, a dish I do love.) I was craving thin, long noodles and what I got were those thick, wide noodles. I mean, who doesn’t love twirling noodles on a fork? Or fumbling with chopsticks?

After I finished eating, I marked a “NO” next to its name on the menu; but that still didn’t alleviate the immediate problem: leftovers.

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Swiss Grilled Cheese, Without the Swiss Cheese

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Grilled cheese or hot pocket?

Hey, I haven’t yet reached a level of enlightenment needed to determine the answer to all life’s questions. Nevertheless, this “sandwich” was gooey and crispy and hot. And while I may not be smart enough to know its scientific name, at least my taste buds know a good thing when they sense it.

But what, exactly, was in this mystery creation? Find out after the jump…

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