There Is Always Something To Be Thankful For...

102 Pilgrims arrived in New England aboard the Mayflower in the fall of 1620.
One year later only about half of those Pilgrims had survived.
Throughout the first brutal winter, most of the Pilgrims remained on board the ship, and perished through lack of shelter, scurvy, outbreaks of contagious disease and starvation.
In November 1621, after the Pilgrims’ first harvest proved successful, they organized a celebratory feast and invited a group of the Wampanoag Indians.
That was the first Thanksgiving.
The Pilgrims gave thanks to God for their first plentiful harvest.
Good harvests were vital back then, for in a world without commodity markets and adequate transport, food shortages often resulted in death due to starvation.

The Pilgrims led a miserable life when compared to ours.
The died relatively young, they had no medicines. People with ailments had to be treated in ways that were unspeakably cruel.
They lived in houses that were bug-infested and with neither privacy nor comfort. Few people knew how to read or write, and almost no one travelled past beyond their native towns.
They worked in the fields from sunrise to sunset, yet scarcity and hunger were all too common.
Yet they were grateful for what they had.

Today, we live a longer, healthier, happier, and safer life. We are not longer concerned with eating too little.
All too often we tend to overlook how lucky we are to live in such an abundant world.
So during this Thanksgiving holiday, let us give thanks for how blessed we are.
Life can be hard, but it was definitely harder back then.

Happy Thanksgiving to you all!

Sweet and Sour Cranberry Sauce

It’s blackout Wednesday people.
For those of you that are not familiar with it, blackout Wednesday is the night before Thanksgiving, which is usually associated with binge drinking.
Since few people have work on Thanksgiving - and students are back home celebrating the Thanksgiving holiday with their families - they hit the bar, and the alcohol flows.
Hence the name “blackout” -> because of the memory loss due to alcohol intoxication.
Blackout Wednesday is a big party night.
Especially in Chicago. The folks over there celebrate it BIG TIME, like in no other city. It’s even more popular than New Year’s Eve or St. Patrick’s Day.
Deals on shots, drinks specials, and at a few select local establishments, you can even find fried turkey testicles. Sounds cool, right?
Just remember: what happens on blackout Wednesday, stays on blackout Wednesday. Just like in Vegas.

Pumpkin and Carrot Soup with Crispy Pancetta and Fried Sage

Pumpkin soup. Perhaps the quintessential fall/winter food. That and casseroles.
But soup warms you from the inside out, like only tea does. Especially on days where the winter wind chills you to the bone.
Not that we have experienced particularly low temperatures at my latitude so far. To the contrary, it has been a fairly mild fall/winter.
But when temperatures will be dipping below freezing (much too soon unfortunately), we’ll all take refuge under warm blankets with a bowl of piping hot pumpkin soup.
By the way, has anyone tried eating soup literally under the blankets?
I don’t think it possible. You can barely move under the blankets; sure you can read, text or watch a movie on the iPad. But eating a bowl of soup? Not feasible. Unless you find pleasure in scalding hot soup on yourself.
Which got me thinking, maybe eating under the blankets is just one of those cliche’ things they do in movies.
Like the tree outside boyfriend’s or girlfriend’s house where said boyfriend or girlfriend can climb through. Or the love at first sight + kiss under the moonlight thing. Or convincing someone minutes before the wedding that you are the one they should really be with.
Or even worse: the mad and successful dash through airport security to talk to somebody, who you have a desperate to confess your love to.
That sort of things.
Truth is, you don’t need to be under the blankets to enjoy pumpkin soup.

Cauliflower Crust Quiche Lorraine

OK, I'm just gonna say it before someone else does “I am a liar. A Big. Fat. Liar!”
There, I said it.
Just two months ago I was telling you guys I had peaked at the cauliflower crust thing, that the cauliflower noodle lasagna was the last act of a heroic saga involving cauliflower used as the base for pizza, grilled cheese, breadstick, et cetera.
Yet, here I am today, posting another recipe labeled “cauliflower crust”
So yeah. What.A.Liar.

Sweet Potato Pie Waffles

Before we get to the cookery per se, let me rant a little: I refuse to acknowledge anything Christmas related until Thanksgiving is over. I refuse it, and you will not change me!
Christmas starts the day after I’ve had my turkey, stuffing, mashed, potatoes, sweet potato pie, etc.
NO EARLIER.
I refuse to acknowledge anything Christmas prior to Thanksgiving because it’s just a way to dilute the Christmas excitement.
If Christmas starts too soon, I get sick of it before the day rolls around, and it takes away from Thanksgiving as a special time in its own right.
I just wanna celebrate each holiday in turn. Is it too much to ask?
A couple of years ago I even decided not to shop at any place that was advertising Christmas before Thanksgiving — I wanted to make a stand.
Unfortunately, I had to desist because I didn’t have anywhere to shop anymore (except for the Deli down the street.)

The Feel-Good Equation

Eating well, being active, and positive thinking are the most important factors in the “feeling good/being healthy” equation.
Is it a hard equation to solve?
Of course it’s hard.
When was the last time you have done anything worth that wasn’t hard?
It’s so worth though.
The initial step is usually the hardest. But once you get started, there’s no stopping you.
What matters is that you make changes that you can stick with for a long period of time.
The road to being healthy isn't one that ends, it’s long. At first it might be tough - after that - it takes less and less effort.
You get used to the routine, the routine gets easier. You start feeling better and begin to change your life.

Sticky Harissa Chicken

It’s pretty clear that I’m a simple, straightforward guy.
I enjoy good food (nearly everything), good conversation, good music, and sports (triathlon, football, tennis, soccer, etc.)
[And if you've been wondering, no, this is not a personal ad for a dating site]
The way I blog reflects the way I live my life.
The recipes I create are often done on the spur of the moment.
Most of my inspirations come from whatever I have in my fridge as my goal is to utilize everything I have in my kitchen.

Homemade Harissa (Spicy Red Pepper Paste)

You guys know how I love me some Sriracha.
The other day I took the “How addicted to Sriracha are you?” quiz - created by TheOatmeal - and got “100% addicted to Sriracha”.
True story.
But wait, I’m not here to annoy you with another post on the notorious rooster hot sauce; today we’re talking about Harissa.
A fiery paste used in North African cuisine that - just like its Thai cousin - is hot, complex and totally addictive.
Harissa is a blend of hot peppers, garlic, various spices and olive oil.
In North Africa it’s used as a flavor base for stews and curries, as well as a condiment to cooked vegetables and meats, and even spread on bread for a simple snack.

Imam Bayildi (Stuffed Eggplant)

I love me a good tale and the one behind this Turkish recipe is truly fantastic.
Here’s how the story goes:
“A long time ago there lived a Turkish imam, well known for his appetite and love of good food. One day he surprised his friends by announcing his engagement to the beautiful young daughter of a rich olive oil merchant. At this stage, the imam’s friends were not aware of her abilities as a cook. Part of her dowry was a consignment of the very finest olive oil. The wealthy merchant gave the groom twelve great jars of the prized oil, each one as big as a man.
Following the wedding, the young daughter quickly revealed her talents as a Turkish cook and every day prepared a special dish for her new food-loving husband. Stuffed aubergine in olive oil was his absolute favorite, and so he asked his wife to make it for him every night as the centrepiece of his dinner. Being a good wife, she did as she was told, and made the delicious dish for twelve days in a row. On the thirteenth day, however, when the imam sat down to dinner, his favourite aubergine dish was starkly absent. The imam demanded to know the reason for its disappearance. The bride replied, “My dear husband, I cannot make your favourite dish anymore, for we have no more olive oil. You will have to buy some more.” The lmam was so shocked by the news that he fainted. And so ever since that day, his favorite dish has become known as ‘Imam Bayildi’,(the priest fainted).”

Potato and Kale Gratin

Do you remember life before kale?
Seriously, WHAT was life before kale?
An empty meaningless void, like being in an airport without wifi, a series finale, your favorite restaurant updating its menu, Gmail telling you to pick a new password, admitting that your favorite pair of jeans is too worn down and finally throwing them away.
That sort of void.
In other words, could life before kale really be considered living?