12.24.2013

Mooooo-rry Christmas

Okay, let's do it, let's get this holiday started!









Oooof, okay, I think the creme brûlée put me over the edge. Guess it's time to continue our Christmas travels. You kids hanging in there?




Hmm, yeah, as it turns out, it's completely impossible to drive through Waco, TX on I-35 without losing about three years of your life right now. But Erica! you are saying, I really wanted to drive through Waco, TX as part of my holiday festivities! NO. Impossible. Instead you can look at a small sampling of the pictures that Dan took of our very, very long detour. There are cows! Trains! Grass! I know the girls really enjoyed it.


















P.S. I have stopped accepting giveaway entries as randomly as I began. Good news, contestants! There are plenty of cookbooks to go around! That means YOU get a cookbook and YOU get a cookbook, etc., etc., Oprah voice. Send me your addresses! Or don't, whatever. I will find you. Just stay alive and I will find you.

12.20.2013

I bring you good tidings of terrible photo staging

Tonight we're headed out to our first of THREE CHRISTMASES WHEEEEE.


We're almost ready.

That means I'm currently packing for a quick trip to a highly accommodating environment complete with things like sippy cups and contact lens solution and people to distract my children and yet it is, obviously, an exercise in laundry and fretting and self-discovery as always. But I did want to let you know that's it's not too late to make a grab for your very own piece of Unemployed Lawyer Mom history. When will it be too late? I don't know! Soonish, probably! Think how much regret you will feel if you miss your chance to invite this friendly fella into your home.



Being stressed out makes me want to give you guys nightmares for some reason. Season's greetings!


12.17.2013

Hey hey hey it's a GIVEAWAY!

Hey guys!




I hope you didn't have important plans today, because it's time to drop everything and celebrate THE END OF OUR COOKING PROJECT, WE DID IT EVERYONE!!! We did it. As a team. A blog team. Not only did my week involve:



A macaroni and cheese bar!  AND





A cookie exchange!

It also involved Cookbook #ONE HUNDRED THAT'S RIGHT: The Colossal Cookie Cookbook (Elizabeth Wolf-Cohen, 1999.) It's a giant book full of cookies! Look, here are some right here! They taste of orange frosting!


Way to finish strong, cookie book.


Anyway, yeah. I did it. I barely tapped some available resources and then made you read about it. With seconds to spare! The world is definitely a better place now and I don't understand why people keep insisting that blogging is dead.

We're done, kids!





So much relief, right??






Hey, remember when I finished my Bon Appétit project and I linked to every single recipe with a quick summary and a letter grade? Hilarious. Anyway! Here's what I'm going to do for you this time around: there are a handful of cookbooks that I can say with some confidence that I am never going to use again. DO YOU WANT ONE? Leave me a comment and I will use some capricious method to determine what I'm sending and to whom. It's an adventure! And look at it this way: I average about two to three comments per post, so your chance of becoming the proud owner of Southern But Lite is really freaking high

UPDATE: Obviously I mean that I will send you one sometime in 2014. 2015 latest.

EXTRA UPDATE: The contest is over! Thank you for your entries! I hope you enjoy the really excellent perks that come with reading this blog!

12.13.2013

Not a Sponsored Post

Man, my Gingery Pear and Pecan Muffins look so nice and festive here. Way to go, Cookbook #99: The Baker's Bible (Deborah Gray, 1998)!


Dirty table, for context.


It almost appears as though the chilly air and the twinkling lights and the peace on earth/goodwill toward men inspired me to whip these up, but actually they were an assignment from Anna's preschool. Probably because they somehow caught wind that I might have the sort of free time that could accommodate such a task. That's also why they are actually Gingery Pear and Nothing Muffins, since my guidelines were no nuts/no chocolate (allergies/hippies). They were still good enough that Ivy ate about a dozen of them, so that's a win. I wish I could generate more enthusiasm for all this, but the fact is I'm at the point in the season when I suffer a little bit of baking burnout. It's like when you play too much Tetris Candy Crush and start seeing the game when you close your eyes, except I see butter softening on the counter. I mean, our kitchen is basically just one big Hershey's ad right now.



Hershey's: On the Go!


Hershey's: Here, Take Some

Hershey's: Show Your Disapproving Sister What's What

Hershey's: When You Need a Beard, Or Pants

OUTTAKE







12.10.2013

Short and not particularly sweet

Here is how I want my holiday season to be going:






Here is how it is actually going at the moment:



I know, dude. The only city in the country without icy roads IT MAKES NO SENSE.


12.06.2013

FRIENDS FOR WINTER HOLIDAY FOOD FUN

Happy Saint Nicholas Day to one and all! I hope that Krampus did not abscond with you! As I have a fairly limited readership to begin with and am not entirely certain of the level of your general naughtiness (no offense), this is a serious concern for me every year. Most importantly, however, I hope that you brought your appetite because I made you a Turkey and Artichoke Casserole, which I assume is traditional somewhere.





And a Saint Nicholas Day Nut Cake yes that is the actual name of it to wash it down.




Both of these items are courtesy of the Saint Nicholas Day Brunch section of Cookbook #98: PILLSBURY HOLIDAY COOKING COLLECTION (1994) (ALLCAPS THEIRS). There are five tiny books in this thing and while January Erica understandably decided to count them all as one book, I'm pretty sure she didn't count on December Erica cooking something out of every section like a crazy person. Should she have anticipated this seasonal breakdown, having presumably just emerged from one herself? Perhaps. But here we are, Cookbooks #98a, 98b,  98c, 98d, and 98e LET'S DO THIS.

It's a lot of this sort of thing. You get the idea.

The above-pictured brunch is from CELEBRATE THE HOLIDAYS. Favorite part: inclusion of Curried Rice Pilaf mix among the candies and jellies of the Homemade Food Gifts section.

Next up, Vegetable Chili from FOODS FOR WINTER FUN. Note: cashews are delicious atop chili, now we know.



Favorite part: the proximity of this guy to the words "relax and join."


Nope.

Then we have Ham and Broccoli Brunch Roll-Ups from FESTIVE HOLIDAY FAVORITES. This was a really complicated way to make what is essentially a frittata.




Favorite part: the "MERRY MICROWAVE MENU FOR 4."

Green and White Lasagna is part of the Christmas Carolers' Supper in HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS. Just to have all ready, you know, in case 10 to 12 singers show up at your door and want lasagna and also buffet-folded napkins (page 5).





Favorite part slash mild disappointment: that crazy-ass Cookbook #21 did not invent Russian Tea out of whole cloth.


I guess it's a thing, somehow.


And finally, Skillet au Gratin Casserole from WINTER FOOD FOR FRIENDS. It is made in a skillet, therefore it is not a casserole, I'm just saying.


Also it is full of rehydrated potatoes.

Favorite part: the section on "ENTERTAINING IN THE '90S," obviously.

Verdict: I can't lie, I kind of enjoyed this whole thing. I'm probably just suffering from processed-foods poisoning and/or excessive Saint Nicholas Day cheer.

While I was busy opening packages of frozen vegetables, Ivy decided that my Christmas decor was lacking in blue streamer piles.





Here is my defense on the matter:

1) She was probably right, it's a lot more like wading through snow now when you walk across the living room. I assume. It doesn't snow here. Snow is like streamers, right?

2) I know it seems like I should be able to prevent this sort of thing when watching a two-year-old child is my entire job, but a) you are forgetting that I also have to keep an eye on this one:




 b) unless you have ever had one, you have no idea the amount of wreckage a child that age can accomplish in the span of a trip to the bathroom; and c) this was actually a fully sanctioned activity, as it caused her to stop screaming for the first time in about 45 minutes. I held the roll for her while she pulled it.

3) On that last point, aren't I concerned that condoning such behavior will cause her to turn into some sort of over-streamering monster, wantonly draping tissue paper across the homes of the innocent, etc.? No, and here is why. It was sometime around the taking of these pictures of Baby Anna:






that my parents made sure to mention how they tried to prevent me from partaking in that type of destruction as a youth, and look how that has backfired. Thirty-three years old and still ripping up magazines.

12.03.2013

Lil' Fosse

I haven't done a lot of post-Thanksgiving cooking, but I did want to show off the tightness of my family's leftover game. I probably should have already mentioned how super crazy good my dad's smoked turkey was, but I was still in a little bit of a brickle haze at the time. Check out the smoked turkey action in these fresh-egg migas, though:


Erica's Tip of the Day: when faced with leftovers, add fried tortilla strips. (Also applies to: all foods, mild depression, open wounds.)

 Hey, Christmas is coming! Who's ready?




Pretty much ready, right?




No worries, I know what will get us in the spirit of things. Christmas crafts! How about an advent calendar? Looks pretty cute and easy! I'll just let the four-year-old do it!


LOOK AT THE ADORABLE AND WHOLESOME FUN WE ARE HAVING

HOMEMADE CHRISTMAS PROJECT, CHECK IT OUT INTERNET

So that was 100% successful, end of story. I mean, if had purchased an advent calendar it probably would have cost, what, $10-$15? Nonsense. All this thing cost me was about eight hours and a medium-sized chunk of my sanity. Crafts are just the best. THE BEST.

Okay, I am going to set aside my grumpiness re: maybe some things should just be left in the recycling bin where they belong in order to present the impressive one-woman show that occurred when I asked Anna to please pose in front of the Christmas tree. Please note her signature "I'm four / thumbs up / finger guns" finale.











Anyway, yeah, you should probably get on my Christmas card list.