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Archive for January, 2011|Monthly archive page

the not-a-cooks guide to gourmet grilled cheese

In budget, Good Eats on January 26, 2011 at 5:01 am

I am not a cook.

I don’t pretend to be.

I am a professional defroster.

A master microwaver.

A wiz at scrambling eggs.

But every now and then I step out of my micro-defrost-eggy realm and create a simple, yet satisfying dish.

My version of a gourmet grilled cheese: sliced pink lady apples, aged gruyere + cheddar cheese, wheat bread and butter.

Recipe:

> Thinly slice 1/2 an apple

> Chop up pieces from the block of cheese…about 1/8th

> Butter both sides of bread…

> Put it all together and place in pan butter side down flipping occasionally to make it look like you know what you’re doing but really you just want to keep checking to make sure you don’t burn it….unless you’re one of those strange people who ‘claims’ to like their food ‘charred’.

>Bon appetit!

Pat yourself on the back and brag to your friends about the rad gourmet grilled cheese you MADE for dinner last night!!

~j.ayers

Ahhh

In California, Los Angeles on January 26, 2011 at 3:48 am

It’s been in the 70’s for the past two weeks…people, it is January. I’ve been spending every moment possible with my feet in the sand, running around as if I’m a kid again. Summer in January is officially one of the best things to ever happen to me and I am praying it doesn’t end any time soon.

~j.ayers

The day I fell in love with New Orleans

In travel on January 12, 2011 at 3:24 pm

Over the holidays I took a day trip to New Orleans and absolutely fell in love.  The second I stepped foot in the French Quarter I was tingling all over from the magical energy of the city, enamored by the architecture and engulfed by the smell of Cajun goodness dancing through the air.  It had been years since I’d been in the Crescent City, as a matter of fact I’m pretty sure I was sitting in a back seat with a handful of markers, squawking about barbies or something…

The day was perfect! Sunny, 65 degrees and the streets were bustling. Bikers whizzed by me with french bread and flowers in their baskets, horse drawn carriages lined the streets, painters and jazz musicians decorated the sidewalks, step by step I fell deeper and deeper in love.  Here’s a peek at my time in the French Quarter.



I can’t wait to show you the rest!
~j.ayers