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Twice Baked Potatoes

13 Mar

Twice Baked Potatoes

These twice baked potatoes are heavenly. Whenever I feel truly proud of something I’ve cooked, I always say, “This could be restaurant food,” because that’s my compliment of choice.

Twice Baked Potatoes

These are full of bacon, freshly grated cheeses, and potatoey goodness, a.k.a. the trifecta of flavors. The original recipe called for sour cream, but all I had was buttermilk, and I’m glad I used it because the potatoes didn’t feel quite as heavy that way. (Still wonderfully heavy, though—don’t get me wrong—just not AS heavy.) Feel free to use whatever cheese and other ingredients you have on hand. These potatoes don’t have to be made with an exact science or precise measurements to taste delicious.

Twice Baked Potatoes

In a large bowl, combine bacon pieces, butter, and cheeses.

Twice Baked Potatoes

After the potatoes finish baking, slice them in half. Use a tea towel to hold the potatoes—they’ll be piping hot!

Twice Baked Potatoes

Scoop the innards into the bacon/cheese bowl

Twice Baked Potatoes

Keep those potato skins nearby.

Twice Baked Potatoes

Add the buttermilk, onion powder, seasoning salt, and pepper, and start mashing and mixing until combined.

Twice Baked Potatoes

Tasty filling!

Twice Baked Potatoes

Fill each potato half with the filling and top with reserved cheese.

Twice Baked Potatoes

Bake at 350 degrees for 15 minutes until cheese melts. Ready for scarfing. (more…)

Broccoli Cheese Soup

5 Dec

My grandma is old-fashioned. That’s putting it mildly. She has a very ’50s-housewife mentality, bless her heart. Now you might think that since I have a cooking blog, that I, too, am old-fashioned, cutesy, and housewifey. You’d be wrong (although I don’t mind the cutesy part).

No matter how many times I try explaining to my grandma that it’s actually not necessary for me to fold my husband’s laundry, cook his favorite meals every day, and go to bed with curlers in my hair, she never stops trying to make me change (again, bless her heart).

On Black Friday, we were eating Thanksgiving leftovers for lunch like happy little turkeys. We were taking turns reheating our individual plates. My husband heated his plate up first, so he was almost finished eating by the time I was just sitting down. Seconds after I sat down, my grandma addressed my husband.

Grandma: “Now if you want any seconds, just tell Adrianne and she’ll go get them for you.”

Husband: Says nothing; stares at me.

Me: “Nice try, Grandma, but actually he can get them for himself.”

This is a typical scene when we’re at  Grandma’s house. She always laughs my comments off and thinks I’m being cheeky. I am amazed at her tenacity to make me a doting servant. She puts up a real fight, though—I’ll give her that.

This soup is one of my personal favorite meals. I make it a lot (whether or not my husband approves). He likes it, too, though, so I don’t think Grandma would get on my case too much.

Broccoli cheese soup is one of my favorite things to order at restaurants. It usually never disappoints. It’s hard for me to recreate it exactly at home, but this version might even be superior. It’s easy and even heartier with the addition of potatoes and carrots. It’s thick, chunky, and even has a creamy base—just like restaurant-style.

Chop broccoli, carrots, and potatoes into bite-sized pieces. Cover with water and the bouillon cube. Simmer veggies about 10 minutes, or until tender.

Stir in cream of chicken soup, cream cheese, and cheddar cheese. Mix until smooth. (more…)

Scalloped Potatoes

23 May

Karma. You never really think much about it until you want to believe in it.

About a month ago, a girl left a note on my car saying that she accidentally hit the back bumper when she was pulling out. She said she saw a scratch but didn’t think it was very noticeable. (The paint is peeling quite a bit already on my old beauty.) She left her phone number and name. When I got the note, I just smiled. My car is old. We were planning on listing it on Craigslist to sell it anyway. One more scratch wasn’t going to do much damage. I decided to send her a text message telling her not to worry about the scratch, and I thanked her for leaving a note. She was obviously relieved. I felt nice and sunshiney.

Now to the karma part.

Last week I scored two great deals at a coffee shop’s going-out-of-business sale. They were selling furniture, wall art, machinery, the whole bit. I was pleased to get a three-tier glass cake stand and a huge corkboard for $10 each (after some negotiations). I was feeling great as I walked outside with my treasures. I fleetingly admired a shiny black Mercedes-Benz parked beside me in the parking lot then went on with my life. I gingerly set the corkboard against my car as I loaded the cake stand in my trunk. Then came a gust of wind, and have you guessed yet? The corkboard went scraaaaaaaatch against the side of that previously admired Mercedes-Benz. My heart dropped. The good deal I just got on the corkboard was forever stained.

I knew what I had to do. I left a note very similar to the one I received a month ago. I left my name and number and my biggest apologies. Then came the waiting game. My day was ruined, and I felt terrified. Paint jobs on luxury cars? Not cheap.

I kept hoping that the karma wind would blow in my favor. Didn’t I just do a good deed on this same scale a month ago? (Granted, my car is junk and this car is a work of art.) But still, I hoped for that good karma. A day went by, no call. Two days, three days, four days, no call. One week, no call. I am slowly exhaling a tentative sigh of relief.

So far, karma is on my side.

Here’s a dish celebrating my (fingers-crossed) good karma. It’s so rich and creamy, I almost feel like it’s a decadent, savory dessert. This is a great side for the holidays. People feel better about indulging then. And this is an indulgent potato dish.

Chop leeks and throw them in a pan to cook until tender.

Slice your potatoes into thin rounds.

Spread potatoes, leeks, and cheese on the first and second layers.

Pour hot cream over the third and final layer.

Bake until bubbly and golden brown. (more…)