Nasi Goreng-Style Cauliflower Fried Rice

I have come to be very suspicious of the phrase “even better than the real thing” when used in the context of food.Take for instance Cheez Whiz, Cool Whip, or that “I Can’t Believe It’s Not” thing.
When I hear people claiming that those products are just as good – or even better – than real cheese, whipped cream or butter, I’m like “Have you ever made a side by side comparison? No? Do it, then we can talk.”
My 9-year nephew used to say that instant mashed potatoes were “Awesome!”
That was until I made him the real mashed potatoes: with Yukon gold, milk, butter and cheese.
The moment he tasted it, he gave me the biggest smile ever and adieu instant stuff, there’s only place for real mashed potatoes in his life now.

Shawarma Chicken Bowls with Basil-Lemon Vinaigrette

Can we talk about the song ‘Rude’ by Magic! for a sec?
I can’t stop blasting it. It’s been love/hate since I've first heard it on the radio - less and less love as time goes by, but still.
I enjoy the pop-reggae sound and I kinda dig the lyrics - a man asking a father for permission to marry his daughter, yet winds up getting soundly rejected. Pretty original.
There are a couple of things bugging me about it though.
First off, do we (i.e., guys) still ask the girl’s father for permission to marry her?
I know some do, of course. But is it still common?
Take for instance my friend Rob. Before he asked his now fiancee to marry him, he first discussed it with his parents, then he went over to his fiancee's house so that he could get the permission from her parents, and then asked her. Exhausting.
I honestly thought what he did was the exception rather than the rule.
The way I see it is: the guy pops the question to the girl first, and then tell the parents, hoping for their blessing.
Am I completely off-base?

Sichuan Pepper Chicken with Tomato-Chili Jam

This jam you guys. So good. All I can say is YUM.
And the chicken, juicy and OMG so flavorful.
Let me introduce you to my new obsession: dunking pieces of sichuan pepper chicken into tomato-chili jam. BAM! Just like that.
I don’t know why I haven’t been making this over and over before. For real.
Can you just imagine it in your mouth right now? It’s soy sauce salty, Sichuan peppercorn tarty, tomato sugary, and chili pepper fiery all in one bite. IT’S SO AMAZING.

Raspberry Hibiscus Popsicles

When my mum first bought a popsicle mold, I was about 8 years old.
I got super excited and filled it with gummy bears and Sprite.
The coolest popsicles of all time, if you ask me.
Next, I ventured into making milk and Nesquik popsicles.
I honestly thought I had cracked the recipe for making chocolate. After all, chocolate is cocoa in solid form, right?
Sadly, my dreams were crushed the following day, when I discovered I had just made frozen chocolate flavored milk. Bummer.
Growing up, I stuck to making popsicles by pouring pink lemonade (created with or without powder) in the molds, letting them freeze and eating them outside so we didn’t sticky up the kitchen floor.

Beet, Carrot, Ginger and Apple Juice (The Pre-Workout Boost)

This is the story of how I started loving beet juice.
A crazy and dimwitted love story.
It begins with my extreme hatred for beets.
Even as a kid, I always LOVED my veggies, but beets were something I have never acquired a taste for.
Seriously, how can you acquire a taste for something that tastes like…ehm, dirt?
I lived a happy, healthy and beet-less life, until a bunch of British lads from the University of Exeter discovered that beetroot juice - being a natural source of nitrate - gives athletes some extra oomph.
Nitrate has basically two physiological effects.
Firstly, it widens blood vessels, reducing blood pressure and allowing more blood flow. Secondly, it affects muscle tissue, reducing the amount of oxygen needed by muscles during activity.
The combined effects have a significant impact on performing physical tasks, whether it involves low-intensity or high-intensity effort.
In other words, beets have a similar effects of those disgusting nitric oxide supplements.
Drinking something natural and healthy instead of synthetic stuff? Too good to be true.
That was it for me. I needed to start liking beets, NOW!

SoCal Guacamole Burgers on Portobello Mushroom Buns

Yesterday I saw the movie Boyhood.
This is going to really date this post for future readers, but worth it. Because I have to talk about how once-in-a-lifetime and one-of-a-kind movie it was.
If you’re not familiar, Boyhood is a movie filmed over 12 years (from 2002 to 2014) with the same cast.
It’s a groundbreaking story of growing up as seen through the eyes of a child named Mason - with divorced parents and an older sister named Samantha - who literally grows up on screen before our eyes.
Boyhood depicts the rough terrain of childhood like no other film has before. Snapshots of adolescence from road trips and dating to birthdays and graduations. It’s all there.
The nearly three hours seemed like no time at all and I did not want the film to end.
Whether one is old or young, with or without children, and at whatever stage, the film grabs one deeply by being so quintessentially human.
Boyhood is profound and rich without trying to be. That’s why I loved every minute of it.
The intimacy, the emotion, it never once feels forced or heavy-handed.
I saw it last night and let it wash over me. It is still filling my mind and thoughts today.
It’s so beautiful, I can’t recommend it enough.

Huevos Al Plato

When I was a kid I loved to make my mom breakfast in bed on weekends. I would sit with her while she ate it.
I was inspired after reading Calvin & Hobbes comic strip, in which Calvin considers doing it for his mom. I thought, perhaps, I should do the same.
Breakfast in bed is one of the ultimate ways to pamper someone, and you don't need to be a master chef to make something delicious meal.
Dudes, if you don’t know this yet, girls love breakfast in bed.
Like they REALLY love it.

Zucchini Spaghetti (Zoodles) with Marinara Sauce

Every time I use the spiralizer I feel like a hero.
Same happens when I use the flashlight function on my smartphone, when I do handstand push-ups against the wall, or when I run into the subway as the doors are about to close.
But the spiralizer...the spiralizer is like the Superman’s cape in kitchen gadget form.
The first time I’ve tried it, I was blown away by how easy it is to use. I became hypnotized by the curly noodles spirals of veggies that came out.
I ransacked the fridge and spiralized just about everything that was large enough to fit onto the mechanism - big carrots, zucchini, cucumbers, sweet potatoes, rutabaga, parsnips, and of course my fingers (friendly reminder: it’s important to use a spiralizer safely...these things are SHARP!)
Creating noodles with raw vegetables has to be one of the coolest thing ever and yet, I haven’t posted a single recipe that calls for the use of a spiralizer on TIY.
Frankly because I thought that the spiralizer was a fairly uncommon kitchen gadget. Like the jalapeno corer, the corn kerneler or the bear paw meat handler forks (seriously, who owns those things?)

Blueberry Muffins (Vegan and Paleo)

There are things I find myself doing over and over again when I travel.
One is to pretend to pass off as a local.
So no maps, I only use Google maps on my phone. I walk with confidence, somehow implying I know where I’m heading to — even when I’m completely lost.
Yes, I might have a back-pack on my shoulders, but that’s because I carry a laptop and a couple of books. I have stuff to do in this city, you know?
The Yankees baseball cap I’m wearing? It’s a fashion thing.
And I’m aiming a camera and taking a gazillion pictures of things that a gazillion other people have taken a gazillion photos of, because I’m a postcard photographer, alright?
I.Am.Not.A.Tourist. Don’t you dare call me that!

Chipotle Honey-Glazed Chicken with Avocado Cream Sauce

"My experience in Amsterdam is that cyclists ride where the hell they like
and aim in a state of rage at all pedestrians while ringing their bell loudly,
the concept of avoiding people being foreign to them."
Terry Prachett

For those who have visited Amsterdam, one thing probably struck you, like it did me (though I had heard all this before, seeing it is a whole other thing). The Dutch love riding bicycles — called ‘fietsen’, pronounced FEETS-un.
They ride them everywhere and often, whether rain or shine.
The city is filled with bike lanes too, so cars, trams, buses AND bikes can all share the road together.
Except that cars and traffic are the ones who yield and show care to bikes.
It’s amazing to come to an intersection on your bike and have the cars let you go even if they have the traffic light.
A shrill ‘brrriiingg’ of the bell, and you will have people leaping out of your way as you buzz past.