Sunday Somethings


Hello, Sunday.

How was everyone’s weekend? Mine has been good, full of enough to do, but not too much that I felt like a headless chicken. Lots of catching up with old friends and new, and a farewell brunch to wish Fava well on her new adventures as she moves to Denver.

It was pretty hot out, and while so many relish this kind of weather after months of unrelenting cold, I’ve been more than happy to stay inside for most of it.  Judge me if you will, but the worse…WORST…feeling, is having sweat dripping…anywhere. GROSS.  I took the opportunity to start planning some Iceland fun.  Lettuce and I leave in a little more than a month, and I’m getting pretty pumped about it.

Until then, back to speaking of gross, I found  lot of funny/interesting/gross things for you this week, so let’s get to it.

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Pineapple Coconut Bread



Another baked loaf thing for you. I know I just made the tahini pound cake loaf, but that was a cake. This one is a bread. It’s not as sweet, not as rich and therefore, as a bread, it’s acceptable to eat before 11 am any day of the week. I feel like cake only gets to claim that privilege on birthdays and holidays, but thanks to Starbucks and its pumpkin loaf, sweet breads are totally acceptable breakfast foods.

Amiright? Adult logic.


Anyway, it was a bit difficult for me to find a breakfast that was Caribbean inspired that was not just a coffee and roll, because what’s fun about that? Not much.

But despite my aversion to turning on the oven these hot hot hot summer days, I bit the bullet, just for you, to give you something exciting to make for breakfast tomorrow morning.

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Tahini Orange Pound Cake


While the internet can make many an enemy, it can also make some friends. As such, today’s musings are part of a guest post I wrote for Justine over at Just Haves. I’d like to thank her for the opportunity, and hope that you’ll head over and check out today’s recipe after I get through my own stream of consciousness in a little diversion from all things Caribbean.

As hard as I try to channel the easy, breezy, lazy days of the summer of my youth, I’m bad at it. Horrible, really. When the temps rise and the city busts to life, it’s hard for me to not book every single waking moment of the week. Over the fall I’m better about giving myself a “NO!” day, but this summer so far I get a big fat F+. It’s because I’m not a NO girl, I’m a YES girl, and before I know it volleyball, dinners with friends, multiple book clubs, blogger events, and random comings and goings have left these last few weeks with nary a day for rest. All my own fault, but I think summer should be easy!


Dessert surely can be. While most love a good summer fruit pie (except me and Allison…we’re anti-pie…), that can be a lot of work. Crusts involve pulsing, rolling, cutting…patience. Cakes are admittedly always nice, but often times, at least in my world, involve lots of steps…baking, cooling, whipping, frosting…So when I was trying to settle on the perfect dessert recipe for Justine’s post, and for every summer picnic table, after talking to my culinary consultant team, I settled on pound cake.

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Get your Mojo On: Cuban Style Mojo Ribs with Black Beans and Rice


Despite the unfortunate circumstances that took me home last week, one good thing came out of it. MOM FOOD.

My mom’s food. Ask anyone who’s had it and they’ll tell you it’s worth a five hour drive.

Whatever the occasion, whenever I mentioned the thought of maybe coming home maybe, mom immediately asks what I want to eat.  I’m usually pretty indifferent about it, but once in a while I’ll make a request.  Last year when Tomato came home for Thanksgiving she made like, five requests…and therefore you all got cabbage rolls.

This time she just “happened to have some pork ribs laying around in the freezer,” and seizing the day, I suggested she make Mojo Pork Ribs with Cuban-style black beans and rice.  



She thought it was an odd request, and it was a little, but since I’m  currently into Caribbean foods, I figured it was my one and only chance to have someone else do the cooking for a change. Plus, mojo ribs are sort of awesome and maybe the best way that she makes ribs.  And while a Cuban dish does fast forward me a bit, I am taking a note from the breezy attitude of island life, and am rolling with it. After all, I run this ship.

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Sunday Somethings


Hello, Sunday.

What a week, what a week.

Mine was unexpectedly hectic; my grandma passed away Monday morning at the ripe age of 92. It wasn’t a surprise, but that fact doesn’t really make it any easier, does it? Still, I think when the road of life is long and well-traveled, there’s only one course to chart when it ends- the celebratory one, to celebrate a life truly lived.  So goes the last of the grandparents. 

It was nice to be home, surrounded by family and friends of our family that I had no idea we even had.  It kept me disconnected from the realities of work for a few days, which was welcome and rejuvenating, despite the circumstances.

On the flip side of this week’s coin, last night my two very dear friends, Raisin and Raisinette got hitched!  Despite the horrid heat and humidity, the party went on in an explosive fashion, mixing American and Arabic traditions in a way that I’d never before experienced and, I have to say, it was a total blast.  I feel like others’ cultures out-party us Americans tenfold.  Perhaps a level of partying to which we should all aspire.  

Lack of computer face time this week means not so much reading material for you. Sorry about that, but I did manage to squirrel away a few nuggets, so let’s get into it.

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Feelin’ Just Dandy: Dandy Shandy


Whew. The heat is on.

For today, Thirsty Thursday, if you will, another cocktail.

I know! Two in one week! Who am I?

Those of you who know me know that I’d rather consume my calories in the form of iced cream, but sometimes a girl needs a drink. 


The kind that is not too heavy, not too fruity, not too sweet, but not bitter. Something with a little fizz. Something like this libation.

It’s my own version of a Shandy Dandy. Dandy Shandy? I can’t remember.

No…I haven’t had that much to drink, but neither iteration of the name seems to make much sense since to me it sounds like stringing adjectives.  Anyway, a Dandy Shandy, aside from being a sort of ball game played by children in Jamaica, is also a beer cocktail. Internet searches suggest this is some sort of English stout concoction, but I pull my inspiration from The Spice Necklace, a book filled with recipes of Caribbean delights borrowed from Lettuce.  And to make it more summery, I opted for a light Corona rather than a heavy Guinness. Maybe that’ll be the name of the game in two months, but for now light beverages only.

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Breakfast at Wimbledon



Yesterday it was so hot here it made me hate my life.  It reminded me why I don’t live south, or east, and it made me wonder how on Earth I survived summers on a tennis court growing up in Florida.  While I live to tell tales, I’m pretty sure it shaved a few years off of my life.

Speaking of tennis, a menu for next year’s Breakfast at Wimbledon.


What? You know I’m not a timely recipe poster. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.

Being the major Anglophile that I am, and an ex-avid tennis player, Wimbledon is my favorite sporting event (ok…besides the Super Bowl…). There’s something about the ceremony and tradition of it that I simply love and while I’m admittedly out of the loop for most of the season, Breakfast at Wimbledon is not to be missed.

Ten (ten…eek!) years ago when I was studying abroad for the summer, I had the chance to actually go to Wimbledon. It was such a dream, and the magic and excitement of being on the grounds was enough to turn my friend hockey-loving friend Tripe into a lifelong fan.

Before breakfast, a little history. The Championships at Wimbledon have been around since 1877, and are hosted at the All England Club, located in the outskirts of London.  One of the four tennis grand slams, it’s the only slam played on grass, and timing wise, it’s sandwiched between the French and U.S. Opens and rolls out sometime around July 4th.

Summertime, summertime.

Breakfast at Wimbledon is actually an American tradition since, being 5 hours behind England, NBC’s coverage began early in the morning and we always watched the men’s final over bagels or palacinta.


So, what’s to eat?

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Sunday Somethings


Hello, Sunday.

What a busy week.  And weekend, with not a spare moment to take a deep breath.  Only shallow ones.  However, I finally am now sitting with my feet up in my bubble of glorious air conditioning.  I survived it all, five high to me!

Yesterday, Apple Crisp and I went hang gliding, and can I tell you it ranks in the top 5 coolest things I’ve done ever? And I’ve done some cool things. I will say that I was only scared for about 5 seconds when we were taking off. Other than that, I was literally high as a kite. Higher, even.

I thought gliding would provide the sensation of being Peter Pan, but instead, it almost felt like we were stalling in the air, and the only real roller coaster thrills were with any dips and turns. Our instructor dude even let us take the controls…and I wasn’t mad about it. Anyway, good times. If you have the resources and even the slightest inclination…do it! Do it now!

Last night Grape’s little bro Sausage turned the ole dirty thirty, so libations were consumed, followed by Breakfast at Wimbledon this morning (more on that later this week) and finally some BBQ and sweatiness at the Windy City Smokeout courtesy of the Windy City Blogger Collective


As for cooking, that’s been pretty meh, as you can probably tell. I was lamenting this fact to Apple yesterday, and she reminded me that I get this way every summer, so ’tis the season. She’s totally right. Remember two years ago when all I wanted to eat was ice cream, and last year how I didn’t want to eat anything? Such is my summer self. However, I’ll do my best to keep you entertained through my summer lull.

The news this week…I admit that I’m playing catch up a bit. Too many things to do, too little time to find entertaining internet tidbits. Anyway, let’s get to it.

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Chow Down: Trinidad’s Pineapple Chow



Today, back to basics.  Cooking 101.

Lesson:  After cutting a jalapeño, do not touch your face. Any part of your face. Not just your eyes. Your whole mug is off limits.

Oh, how I forgot. 

I didn’t do it on purpose, but somewhere between the de-seeding and the dicing, I touched my face. My lips? I can’t quite remember at this point.  This jalapeño almost killed me. My lips looked like Kim Kardashian’s in fullness and Snow White’s in color.  My mouth was ON FIRE. I tried everything to make it stop: water, milk, toothpaste (bad idea), mouthwash (a worse one), sugar, ice cream.  Literally chewing on a dishtowel.


Only time could heal my pain.

Turns out this was just one spicy motherlovin’ jalapeño.  Even in the finished chow it packed a stronger than usual punch. 

Anyway, that was just a warning to you all to not repeat my mistakes. Rather, let’s all learn from them.  And talk about this pineapple chow.

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Caribbean Cruising: Coconut Lime Curried Chicken



Oof. Yesterday was a day. The kind of day that started out of the gates with a bang and continued as such until I finally sat down at 7:30. The kind where every item checked off the to-do list was replaced by two more. The kind where an afternoon stroll ended in a sprint back home through a thunderstorm. But, the kind also that justified chocolate chip cookies and some Simon & Garfunkel.

However, today is a new day.

Today also happens to be the first meeting of my culinary book club! Remember a few weeks ago I told you about the Chicago bookstore that sells only cookbooks? Well, once a month the moderator (is that the right word?) picks a book (well, we voted) and everyone makes a dish from the book.

You want to come, don’t you?

First up- Marcus Off Duty by Marcus Samuelsson. I’d first heard of Marcus and his story way back when on Top Chef and was excited by the book choice and at the prospect of increasing my bank of Swedish recipes. I was a little disappointed to see so few, but buoyed by all the other options. Like this one, which is Caribbean inspired.

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