Pants-friendly Paella

I vividly remember my mom sitting cross-legged in the pantry, furiously flipping through cookbooks and earmarked magazines, her disheveled auburn curls in disarray around her face as she searched for that one recipe she’d seen months ago and mentally filed away.  As far back as I remember, my mom was adventurous in the kitchen.  I helped her bake bread in recycled tin cans, wrinkled my nose as she savored caviar loaded crackers, and hesitantly obliged to mandarin oranges in our dinner salad (which was UNHEARD of at the time).  I remember raising my eyebrow and dramatically cocking my head to the side as she scraped this mysterious spaghetti squash onto her plate.  I gagged at the anchovies on her pizza, and I cried, yes cried, when she urged me to try her sushi.

Mom was always cooking something big, and when she made her Spanish paella she’d use this absurdly large dish–big enough to feed a family of four twice and a half over.  It took her hours to prep and cook the meal–well, at least it seemed that way to her teenage “mom, I swear to god I’m dying of starvation” daughter.

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I hated peas and hated shrimp, but man did I love her paella.  How could I not with those huge hunks of sausage and pieces of chicken poking through the steaming bed of orange rice?

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This is not my mom’s paella recipe because, according to her, she “doesn’t have one.”  Uh huh.  Surrrrrre mom.   This is my lightened-up version of paella, which uses chicken sausage rather than Spanish chorizo, simply because I wasn’t able to find any at the grocery store.  Traditional?  No.  Pants friendly?  Absolutely.

Pants-friendly Paella Recipe

Serves 8
Meal type Main Dish
Misc Freezable, Serve Hot

Ingredients

  • 1.5lb chicken breast (cut into 1/2 inch chunks)
  • 3 Links hot chicken or turkey sausage (casings removed) (for more authentic flavor, use Spanish chorizo)
  • 2 cups yellow onion (diced)
  • 1 cup red bell pepper (diced)
  • 2 cloves garlic (minced)
  • 1/2 cup flat leaf parsley (chopped, plus extra for garnish)
  • 14oz can whole tomatoes (drained)
  • 2 cups short-grain brown minute rice
  • 2.5 cups fat-free low sodium chicken broth
  • 1/4 cup dry white cooking wine
  • 1 large pinch Spanish saffron
  • 4oz shrimp (peeled, deveined)
  • 1 cup sweet peas (defrosted)
  • S&P (to taste)

Chicken rub

  • 1 tablespoon paprika
  • 2 teaspoons dried oregano
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
  • 1/4 teaspoon garlic powder
  • 1/4 teaspoon red pepper flakes

Note

This pants-friendly paella uses chicken sausage. For a more authentic flavor, sub in a link or two of Spanish chorizo.  Spanish saffron can be quite expensive.  I've seen bottles for as little as $6 at Trader Joe's, TJ Maxx, and Marshalls.

Per serving: 274 calories, 27g carbs, 4g fat, 31g protein, 3g fiber

Recipe inspired by my mom and Tyler Florence's Ultimate Paella

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Directions

Step 1 Combine chicken rub ingredients in a medium size bowl or large zip top bag. Add chicken breast, and toss or shake to coat evenly. Cover and marinate in the fridge for one hour.
Step 2 Heat a large pot coated with cooking spray over medium high heat. Once hot, add the sausage. Break apart sausage with your spatula, and cook until no longer pink. Remove sausage from pot and set aside. Add additional cooking spray to pot, if needed, then add chicken pieces. Sear chicken on all sides then remove from pot and set aside.
Step 3 Add onions, garlic, and parsley to the pot, season with S&P, to taste, reduce heat to medium. Cook for 3 minutes, using your spatula to scrape up the brown bits from the bottom of the pan. Add the tomatoes and crush with your spatula. Season with S&P. Add uncooked rice to the pot and stir to combine. Once the liquid is absorbed, add chicken broth and cooking wine. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to low, cover, and simmer for 10 minutes.
Step 4 Add the sausage, chicken, and saffron to the pot and stir to combine. Add the shrimp, pushing them down into the rice. Simmer for 15 minutes then add the peas. Garnish with remaining parsley.

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5 Easy Brunch Recipes that use Yogurt

Breakfast is arguably my favorite meal of the day, and lunch, well, I love that too.  Brunch, though?  I just don’t get it.  Seriously, I need to know–is it breakfast or is it lunch?  Do you eat eggs Benedict or do you eat egg salad?  Pancakes or paninis?  Brunch is a big fat grey area, and I don’t like it one bit.  I’m just one of those people.  In fact, I’m morally opposed to breakfast for dinner.

Don’t stone me.

Despite my aversion, this weekend I stepped out of my comfort zone and invited some friends over for a yogurt-inspired brunch.

Take a look at the spread!

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When preparing the brunch menu, my goal was to cook up a variety of tasty nibblets that incorporated Activia yogurt (since I had some Foodbuzz freebies to use).  Heavy emphasis on tasty, of course.

The mainstay of our meal was my Western Sausage Crustless Quiche:
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Cinnamon Pecan Yogurt Coffee Cake

When I go to coffee shops I like to play a game called “if I could eat any of these baked goods, which three would I choose.”  I’ve no doubt drooled over thousands of cases of baked goods over the years, analyzed the contents, and debated each variety of glistening pastry and chocolate loaded what-have-you’s.  Meanwhile, each bagel beckons me to slather it with cream cheese and take it to a private spot in the corner.  I don’t mind when I have to wait in line for my cup o’ joe—it’s more quality time I get to spend at the case.  More time to ensure I’ve got my line up just right.  It’s important to consider how each choice can impact future selections because, as with any team, it’s important to have balance.  One item with chocolate, one savory treat to balance out the sweets, and one coffee cake.

Always a coffee cake.

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Truth be told, I rarely end up ordering anything from the case (for fear of sugar induced comas or caloric catastrophes) but should the day come when I order not one but three carb loaded delicacies simply knowing that I have a plan of attack is almost as comforting as that steaming hot bagel would be.

Almost.

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Yogurt Biscuits & NASCAR

My dad is a huge NASCAR fan.

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Don’t judge.

When I moved to Charlotte, I made my dad a promise:  if he (hater of all things urban) made the trek down to the Queen City, I (the darling bribing daughter) would take him to the Charlotte Motor Speedway for the NASCAR racing experience.  Honestly, the thought of my dear dad whipping around the racetrack at speeds of over 150 miles per hour was borderline gut-wrenching, but I figured if seeing his daughter wasn’t incentive enough to come to Charlotte, surely NASCAR would get him here.

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Easy Tomato Basil Bruschetta Recipe

In my family, it’s customary to tell embarrassing stories about your friends and loved ones when celebrating a big life moment.  Weddings, graduations, birthdays–whatever the case may be, nothing shows you care like a little rib jabbin.  Given this, I feel obligated to tell an embarrassing story about my fellow Charlotte Food Blogger, Brooke, who is expecting TWINS!

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When I first met Brooke, the brains of Baking with Basil, she was just a few months pregnant (and nowhere near the size she is in this photo).  We crammed into a car with Vanessa and Jamie and headed west for the Food Blog Forum in Nashville.

On the trip we shared some close sleeping quarters, so I was sure to warn the gals about my peculiar sleeping habits.  You know, the sleep talking, sporadic sleep walking, and the occasional mid-night fisticuffs I engage in.  I shared a bed with Brooke, so I had purposeful intentions of being on my best sleep behavior so as not to disturb the wee ones.  In the middle of the night I went in for one of my trademark flip-and-rolls and accidentally booty bumped Brooke right in the belly.  I remember the instant horror that washed over me as I bolted upright in the bed trying to determine if I had in any way injured the mama or the cargo.  I held my breath waiting for a sign, or a sound, or a grunt of some sort, but Brooke didn’t budge.  After a few terrifying minutes, I laid back down as straight and stiff as possible all the while clinging to the edge of the bed so as not to stray back into baby territory.  I don’t think I slept the rest of the night.

Crap… wasn’t I supposed to be embarrassing Brooke here?!

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What’s a gal with no computer to do?

It’s been 5 days. FIVE horribly painful days with no computer. There’s only so much internet surfing a gal can do on an iphone, folks. And the thought of my neglected budget spreadsheet is met with sharp pains in my stomach. So, I’ve been filling my time with other things.

This weekend I headed to a local Great Harvest Bakery to learn how to knead dough (more on that to come soon) and indulged in about three pounds of fresh baked bread. Then, the BF and I headed to the Southern Spring Show to make sushi up on stage with the chefs from The Cowfish. Apparently, I’m no natural at sushi making because the sushi chef kept coming behind me and fixing all my “mistakes.” He actually threw a third of my roll away before plating it up. Ummmm, I would have eaten that dude! I ate a fabulous Italian dinner at Dolce Friday night followed by a fabulous Italian dinner at Hawthorne’s Saturday night and leftover Italian deliciousness for lunch on Sunday. I dined with my pal Vanessa at Table 274 Monday night where I ordered the pork chop with pomegranate chutney, which is extremely odd for me. When the waiter asked how I wanted the chop cooked, I turned to Vanessa and said “you get that choice with pork??”

Apparently the glass of wine I had with dinner gave me gobs of motivation because I went home, cleaned my guest bedroom, did laundry, packed 2 days worth of lunches, and put the first coat of paint on my nightstand. Maybe I need to have weeknight vino more often?

Even though I’ve been mum on the half-marathon training, believe you me, it is going full swing. Only 5 weeks til the big race!

Please excuse typos, run-ons, and grammatical errors as this post was typed on my phone while walking on the treadmill waiting for Body Pump to start. What are ya’ll up to these days?


If you tweet it, they will come.

Lately, it feels like I’ve been all over the place yet no place at all.  Sure I met up with the Charlotte food bloggers, painted a bookshelf, and got wined and dined at Fatz.  I ran my first EVER double-digit run (hello 10 miles, nice to meet you).  I body pumped, number crunched, and had an eyes-roll-back-into-your-head-delicious pulled pork Cuban sandwich at Midwood Smokehouse.  My computer died, I fell down during my walk to work (YES.. that happened), and, while speed cleaning my kitchen, I managed to headbutt an ajar cabinet door resulting in a rather large egg on the top of my noggin.  I ordered a new computer (for the love of god can it get here already), I got my taxes 90% done, and I extreme couponed my way through Super Doubles week at Harris Teeter.

And yet (until I spewed the paragraph above) I felt like I’d been at a standstill.  Sometimes you just need a little word vomit I guess, and that, my friends, is what Twitter is for.  Yes, the majority of the time my tweets are left unanswered.  Just random thoughts or ideas or questions tossed out into nothingness.  Even without a response, the simple act of extracting those words from my brain to the web somehow makes me feel lighter and more fulfilled.

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A Big Fatz Giveaway

I remember the first time I drove by a Fatz restaurant.  I’d never heard of Fatz, given the chain is central to the south, with locations in Georgia, Tennessee, Virginia, and the Carolinas.  Admittedly, the thought of dining at a place with “fat” in the name didn’t sound too appetizing, and I’d written it off without so much as glancing at the menu.  Who am I?!

Then I got an email from Fatz asking if I’d like to come in and try the new Fatz Lite Side menu.  I was more than intrigued.  A light menu?  At Fatz?  How could this be?!  I hit the web for details  and was completely caught off guard by the huge selection of food Fatz offered.  The new light options menu was like the fat-free icing on the chocolate cake.

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This weekend we finally got to check out Fatz firsthand.
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Please excuse the dust!

Hello, readers!  You may have noticed the site was down for a bit this weekend.  First, a big SORRY.  But second, a big self-pat on the back for finally mustering the courage to move my blog from wordpress.com to self-hosting!  I feel like such a big girl! 

What does this mean for you?  Honestly, not a ton.  Self-hosting will give me a whole heck of a lot more creative freedom to tweak things on the site as I so desire, which I’ll continue to do over the next couple of weeks.

So that’s that.  Please excuse the dust in the mean time and thanks for checking out my blog!

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Baked Balsamic Chicken with Fresh Mozzarella and Basil Pesto

We walked nearly 20 miles during our weekend in Savannah (according to my Fitbit, that is), and our aimless meandering about the city included a dozen or so passes by Paula Dean’s Lady and Sons restaurant.  I’ve liked Paula Dean since the first time I stumbled upon her TV show.  I adore her southern charm, youthful excitement, and penchant for using a stick of butter (or two) in every friggin recipe.  When it comes to ingredients, I don’t possess Paula’s steadfast dedication to any one particular item, but rather four:  onions, garlic, Frank’s Red Hot, and balsamic vinegar. These are my four superstars, and I believe any one of them can take a meal from blah to brilliant.  In another life, I’ll write cookbooks dedicated to each of them.  Promise.

Tonight’s dinner was all about *BALSAMIC VINEGAR*  

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Baked Balsamic Chicken with Fresh Mozzarella and Basil Pesto (serves 4)

Adapted from Eat, Live, Run Grilled Balsamic Chicken with Mozzarella and Pesto

  • 4 chicken breasts (about 1.5 lbs, or 6 ounces each)
  • 2 cups balsamic vinegar, divided
  • 4 large cloves garlic
  • 4 ounces mozzarella (preferably fresh)
  • 1/4 cup prepared pesto (try my basil almond pesto recipe)
  • S&P
  • Dried oregano

Step One:  Season chicken breasts with S&P.  Place chicken, 4 cloves garlic (minced OR roughly chopped, your call), and one cup of balsamic in a ziploc baggie or Tupperware and marinate in fridge for 1 hour.  Don’t exceed the one hour mark as the vinegar may start to break down the chicken in weird ways.

Step Two:  While the chicken marinates, heat 1 cup of balsamic vinegar over medium high heat for 15-20 minutes until liquid has reduced by half.  Remove from heat, and use a spatula to pour the reduction into a small bowl or serving pitcher to cool.

Step Three:  Cover a baking sheet with foil and coat with cooking spray.  Remove chicken from balsamic marinade, place on prepared baking sheet, and bake at 375 for 25 minutes, flipping halfway through.  Remove chicken from oven and turn on the oven broiler.  Top each chicken breast with a slice of fresh mozzarella cheese then sprinkle with S&P and dried oregano.  Leaving the oven door slightly ajar, broil chicken for 4 minutes, or until cheese is melted.  Top each breast with 1 tbsp pesto and a drizzle of the balsamic reduction.

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“I’d rather die with a potato in my mouth than a piece of lettuce.” – Paula Deen

 

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