True Life: We’re Making Shramp
So with our final exams completed it was time to feast once again. This meal was destined for greatness, after all there were shrimp involved. Making the shrimp turned out to be more of a challenge than anticipated. The first step was how to prepare those sumptuous little critters. Coconut shrimp was our poison. We looked for guidance in the only place we knew, the talented and often obnoxious Rachel Ray. Her recipe for coconut shrimp was written in some sort of code, so we disregarded its message and did our own thing. We coated the shramps in egg and dipped them in a coconut and breadcrumb mixture. The little ones then were set onto the hot pan to be fried to perfection. This is where the adventure got dangerous. Oil was spewing all about and nearly maimed T- Nasty, Botswana, and Tim (a delightful helper in the preparation of the meal). Don’t worry, we all survived. While this was occurring, a significantly less dangerous black quinoa, edamame, yellow pepper and radish salad was assembled. Oh, and on to the Mango dipping sauce. Quite possibly the tastiest of all! Botswana expertly threw some mango, sweet chili sauce, and siracha in a pot and let it simmer to perfection.  Ju Ju was noticeably absent and her presence was duly missed.  Don’t worry she will soon make her triumphant return to the stage!

True Life: We’re Making Shramp

So with our final exams completed it was time to feast once again. This meal was destined for greatness, after all there were shrimp involved. Making the shrimp turned out to be more of a challenge than anticipated. The first step was how to prepare those sumptuous little critters. Coconut shrimp was our poison. We looked for guidance in the only place we knew, the talented and often obnoxious Rachel Ray. Her recipe for coconut shrimp was written in some sort of code, so we disregarded its message and did our own thing. We coated the shramps in egg and dipped them in a coconut and breadcrumb mixture. The little ones then were set onto the hot pan to be fried to perfection. This is where the adventure got dangerous. Oil was spewing all about and nearly maimed T- Nasty, Botswana, and Tim (a delightful helper in the preparation of the meal). Don’t worry, we all survived. While this was occurring, a significantly less dangerous black quinoa, edamame, yellow pepper and radish salad was assembled. Oh, and on to the Mango dipping sauce. Quite possibly the tastiest of all! Botswana expertly threw some mango, sweet chili sauce, and siracha in a pot and let it simmer to perfection.  Ju Ju was noticeably absent and her presence was duly missed.  Don’t worry she will soon make her triumphant return to the stage!

EPIC BREAKFAST TIME, THE DAY OF OUR NATIONS BIRTH PRE GAME!
What’s more American than a blueberry banana crepe? Nothing I can think of. One and half hours after its initiation we begin breakfast preparation to find out that we did not have baking soda. The plan shifted to crepes. Baking soda or not it was delicious. What to put on those little suckers? I think banana blueberry sauce! Maybe a dash of nutella. As we sat down to consume the end product, the prodigal son Knee-Nuh arrived just in time. The meal ended with our bellies full and our hearts ablaze with the fire of a hearty homemade breakfast. Bay Que Slaves, it’s time for Hilary Clit-Tone and the Meeps to rehearse.  

EPIC BREAKFAST TIME, THE DAY OF OUR NATIONS BIRTH PRE GAME!

What’s more American than a blueberry banana crepe? Nothing I can think of. One and half hours after its initiation we begin breakfast preparation to find out that we did not have baking soda. The plan shifted to crepes. Baking soda or not it was delicious. What to put on those little suckers? I think banana blueberry sauce! Maybe a dash of nutella. As we sat down to consume the end product, the prodigal son Knee-Nuh arrived just in time. The meal ended with our bellies full and our hearts ablaze with the fire of a hearty homemade breakfast. Bay Que Slaves, it’s time for Hilary Clit-Tone and the Meeps to rehearse.  

We’re deeming Tuesday night’s meal CLUSTERF***. F*** stands for FOOD of course; you perverse lady-man/man-lady, you. As the name implies this dish is a consortium of seemingly disparate ingredients. However, seemingly is the key word here. You see by Tuesday night we had reached a point where we desperately needed a food shopping adventure, but none of us had a spare minute to run out; what between work and class and labs and JuJu’s revolving door of lovers constantly turning(but not really, HI JUJU’S MOM). Naturally JuJu’s college student sixth sense kicked in: desperate innovation at times where resources are scarce, which usually develops between the ages of 17 and 18 and leaves us when we move to places where delicious take-out foodstuffs exist in close proximity. Let’s call this the MACGYVER sense. What you see in this here picture is beans and rice and carrots and onions and secret spices and lots of other random stuff and chili lime hot sauce. Well, when I type the ingredients out they don’t seem so random, nonetheless it’s not the typical rice and beans (red beans and rice did not miss us, sorry Sir Mix-a-lot). JuJu gets credit for her speedy resourcefulness in times of post-work hunger and t-nasty earns the title of Carrot Sensei for karate chopping those carrots into manageable sizes(oh please, the carrot/karate pun possibilities are so infinite and obvious I’m even going to try). Botswana is commended for letting CLUSTERFOOD fill her after a long night of class. Knee-nuh isn’t usually at the house during the week but she entertained us with some classy rhyming poetry about balls via textual message. Thanks Knee-nuh. After dinner, we did embark on the much needed food shopping adventure. And, of course, caused quite a scene at self-checkout when JuJu decided to pull all of the receipt paper out of the machine. I hope the red, angry lady behind us has calmed down for prolonging her stay at Stop and Shop. Tomoato red angry face is so unbecoming. Oh well. The moral of this story is that when you have little to no food in your house….throw everything you have together, put it over rice, and enjoy.

We’re deeming Tuesday night’s meal CLUSTERF***. F*** stands for FOOD of course; you perverse lady-man/man-lady, you. As the name implies this dish is a consortium of seemingly disparate ingredients. However, seemingly is the key word here. You see by Tuesday night we had reached a point where we desperately needed a food shopping adventure, but none of us had a spare minute to run out; what between work and class and labs and JuJu’s revolving door of lovers constantly turning(but not really, HI JUJU’S MOM). Naturally JuJu’s college student sixth sense kicked in: desperate innovation at times where resources are scarce, which usually develops between the ages of 17 and 18 and leaves us when we move to places where delicious take-out foodstuffs exist in close proximity. Let’s call this the MACGYVER sense. What you see in this here picture is beans and rice and carrots and onions and secret spices and lots of other random stuff and chili lime hot sauce. Well, when I type the ingredients out they don’t seem so random, nonetheless it’s not the typical rice and beans (red beans and rice did not miss us, sorry Sir Mix-a-lot). JuJu gets credit for her speedy resourcefulness in times of post-work hunger and t-nasty earns the title of Carrot Sensei for karate chopping those carrots into manageable sizes(oh please, the carrot/karate pun possibilities are so infinite and obvious I’m even going to try). Botswana is commended for letting CLUSTERFOOD fill her after a long night of class. Knee-nuh isn’t usually at the house during the week but she entertained us with some classy rhyming poetry about balls via textual message. Thanks Knee-nuh. After dinner, we did embark on the much needed food shopping adventure. And, of course, caused quite a scene at self-checkout when JuJu decided to pull all of the receipt paper out of the machine. I hope the red, angry lady behind us has calmed down for prolonging her stay at Stop and Shop. Tomoato red angry face is so unbecoming. Oh well. The moral of this story is that when you have little to no food in your house….throw everything you have together, put it over rice, and enjoy.

tonight JuJu, t-nasty, and Botswana had their tastebuds groped and impregnated by THE BEST SALAD EVER. The most unholy union of salad and grease occurred right here in our little kitchen. We took the typical leafy greens and homemade balsamic dijon dressing and topped it off with roasted yellow peppers, zucchini, homemade sweet potato fries, regular fries, and turkey BACON. 
food babies to arrive in 9 months. we’ll keep you posted.

tonight JuJu, t-nasty, and Botswana had their tastebuds groped and impregnated by THE BEST SALAD EVER. The most unholy union of salad and grease occurred right here in our little kitchen. We took the typical leafy greens and homemade balsamic dijon dressing and topped it off with roasted yellow peppers, zucchini, homemade sweet potato fries, regular fries, and turkey BACON. 

food babies to arrive in 9 months. we’ll keep you posted.

I could say that our “Peach French Toast” experiment came straight from the garden— that the peaches were harvested by our Italian Shepherd Zachary, and were not on sale and selected for distribution by Stop and Shop down Easton Ave. I could write that the bread we used fermented 48 hours in advance, and was not laying around in the freezer from before we all even moved in. Yet, the truth must be told. We are COLLEGE students, and convenience is what we do best, including using and even abusing random ingredients. 
Creativity came hand-in-hand with Saturday morning breakfast, after Botswana finally woke up and T-nasty had already consumed two bowls of cereal, due to impatience. The assembly was quite simple. Just the basics: some bread cut up into squares (perfect 4x4, of course), peaches(movin’ to the country), eggs, butter (yes, Paula), cinnamon, brown sugar, walnuts and some Vanilla silk milk (lactose intolerant children). 
It is the breakfast for champions. Botswana is actively e-mailing her lab and playing her scales for tonight’s band practice:) T-nasty is petting her guitar strings, thinking about the xx(x) songs, and JuJu is reading about the next enzyme in town, while attempting to fix her craptop, again. 
-Cheers from the ‘mates

I could say that our “Peach French Toast” experiment came straight from the garden— that the peaches were harvested by our Italian Shepherd Zachary, and were not on sale and selected for distribution by Stop and Shop down Easton Ave. I could write that the bread we used fermented 48 hours in advance, and was not laying around in the freezer from before we all even moved in. Yet, the truth must be told. We are COLLEGE students, and convenience is what we do best, including using and even abusing random ingredients. 

Creativity came hand-in-hand with Saturday morning breakfast, after Botswana finally woke up and T-nasty had already consumed two bowls of cereal, due to impatience. The assembly was quite simple. Just the basics: some bread cut up into squares (perfect 4x4, of course), peaches(movin’ to the country), eggs, butter (yes, Paula), cinnamon, brown sugar, walnuts and some Vanilla silk milk (lactose intolerant children). 

It is the breakfast for champions. Botswana is actively e-mailing her lab and playing her scales for tonight’s band practice:) T-nasty is petting her guitar strings, thinking about the xx(x) songs, and JuJu is reading about the next enzyme in town, while attempting to fix her craptop, again. 

-Cheers from the ‘mates

it was peace in the middle east night on thursday at the ol’ apartment. this is shakshuka and it was delicious. we used pita bread instead of utensils to eat it which reminded everyone of our time in the old country.
on a whim JuJu declared it was time to attempt this epic meal and we are better people for participating in its consumption. a balance of tomato-y, pepper-y, garlic-y, eggy goodness and an impressive gem to add to our culinary roster.
click here for a recipe similar to the one that we used.

it was peace in the middle east night on thursday at the ol’ apartment. this is shakshuka and it was delicious. we used pita bread instead of utensils to eat it which reminded everyone of our time in the old country.

on a whim JuJu declared it was time to attempt this epic meal and we are better people for participating in its consumption. a balance of tomato-y, pepper-y, garlic-y, eggy goodness and an impressive gem to add to our culinary roster.

click here for a recipe similar to the one that we used.

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