Where would you put it?

I started a little recipe contest a few weeks ago, and a contest for free flower delivery a few days ago, and today is the day to announce the winners.

First, the recipe contest.  Wowzas, there were a lot of entries. Note to self: Don’t start a diet right after you start a recipe contest.  Or do, if you are into torture.  I used that randomizer thing to pick 3 entries and came up with these, and then I made them.  Truth be told, I made lots of others, too, but we JUDGED these:

• Easy Peasy Meatloaf by One More Fairy Tale
• Burrito Pie by Cuz I’m the Mom (do you have a blog, yo?)
• Cream Cheese Cherry Danish by Adventures in JujuBoo

The meatloaf?  I honestly like the flavor of mine better, but here’s the thing:  Mine takes hours. This one took about 5 minutes to prep, 30 to bake, and when I asked my kids over dinner whether they like that one or mine better, they said, “Dude, mom, totally this one.”  That kicks ass.

The Burrito Pie?  Couldn’t have been a better fit.  Did I ever tell you I can’t make casserole?  I have no clue how to make one, no recipes for one, and nothing would fulfill my white picket fence suburban dream like the ability to bust out a nice casserole.  Also, a drug habit.  Bygones.  So I made it, and I ate it even though it has tortillas in it and therefore totally a diet cheat.  And I loved every single bite.

The danish?  Why the hell do you think I’m on a diet now, anyway?  I let 1of3 make it for our Thanksgiving dinner, we just subbed apple pie filling for the cherry since cherry anything is my short ticket to an early grave.  And then we made it again a few days later.  And again the next week.  And I dream about it, I really do.

But, I can only pick one winner, because, well, until I get a fucking job, I really can’t run around buying a bunch of strangers presents.  As hard as it was to pick, I had to go with the Burrito Pie*.  I mean, look at it.

It was super easy, crazy freaking delicious, cheap ass all hell to make, and the kicker?  Every. Single. Person. in this house devoured it.  No one didn’t like it, no one at all, not even the kid who looks like she’s about to kill me.  And that almost never happens around here.

So, Cuz I’m the Mommy, send me your address so I can send you a gift (and maybe a hint as to what sort of kitchen thing you’d like to have), and Lisa and The Real Life Fairy Tale Princess, I have to at least mail you a mixtape or something, so send me yours, too, if you don’t mind.

As to the flowers from Flora2000?  Well, you people ALL need lots and lots of flowers.  Except for Tanis; she needs to make her husband give husband lessons.  Here’s how it worked: I picked one winner and I randomized one winner.  I wanted to pick Surfer Jay, because his comment made me about pee in my pants.

The most selfless thing I’ve ever done for my mother in law was to get her daughter knocked-up. I mean really knocked-right-up. Selfless indeed. After all, what mother-in-law wouldn’t want to become a grandmother?

Yes, dude, I know what you mean.  Someone did that to me, once, too.  *gigglegiggle*  I wanted to pick Kori, because god knows she could use them right now, but I had to go with Sophie at Inzaburbs.  Because, yeah, her husband is not even as smart as mine.

It’s simple. It’s me who deserves the flowers. Why?  Because (although he is, of course, perfect in every other way) my husband has never bought me flowers. Ever. He did bring me flowers once. He fished them out of the trash can at work because they “still had some life left in them”.

That’s totally worse than finding half a worm in your apple.  That’s just, uuuuugh.  Buy yourself something nice, honey.  Something not covered in coffee grinds and rotting broccoli.  The radomizer thing picked Hockeyman, who is a JERK who sent me a recipe for Key Lime Pie in the comments of the I’m On A Diet post.  He hates me, and he’d getting flowers.  He’d better send them to his wife.

Thanks to everyone who entered, and really, if you need a recipe for anything, take a look at that link sheet and dig through the comments.  There’s some mind-numblingly good stuff in there.

In case you didn’t win anything, I offer you this:

That is my daughter’s room.  We spent hours the day before sorting through every Barbie shoe, every barrette, and putting 8 bazillion tiny little things in their proper drawers and cubbies.  The next morning, I woke up to that.  This.

See, I lost, too.  Badly.  Apparently, if you have everything, you can just throw it in my kid’s room.

*Recipe after the jump.

Read the rest of this entry »

It’s not Saturday, and it won’t be Saturday all day today, but here I am posting a Super Saturday Supper recipe on top of a Weekly Winners post.  I have an excellent excuse…I re started a diet two weeks ago.

Do you know when you start that low-carb diet, how they tell you to lay off the booze for a while?  Do you know why?  It’s not because booze is packed with sugar, it’s because proteins do not absorb vodka as well as a bowl of pasta would, and if you decide to sit down with a good movie and a rather large glass full of your favorite cocktail, you probably won’t remember much between your third slurp, the bird’s eye view of your toilet, and your pillow.

However, being O+, I function much better in life if I drop the carbs.  Too bad I’d rather have mashed potatoes than oxygen.  Sucks to be me, yo.  But when I stepped on the scale two Sundays ago, a year and a half after rocking some very hot size 4 jeans and saw 160?  I decided to break up with Ding Dongs.

So, here I sit, down 10 pounds already, watching JFK on the tv (45 years already?  Dag) trying really hard to will myself out of a wicked hangover, and posting this a day late.  Maybe I should get to that already, huh?

Chicken Parmesan is my mostest favoritest dinner in the whole freaking world.  Not so totally compatible with a low carb diet, though, unless you tweak it a bit.  You dredge chicken breasts pounded thin (or sliced in half through the middle, I’m lazy) in eggs and flour.

Normally, you’d also dredge them through breadcrumbs, but I had to leave out the bread crumbs *sob* so I subbed them with grated parm (just the Kraft stuff), salt and pepper, and extra basil and oregano.

By the way, it’s really nice to hide yourself little messages in your kitchen that will totally crack you up when you stumble on them later.

You fry those chicken breasts in a pan with hot olive oil until they are JUST done, no more than that.  After that, you load the chicken breasts into a 9X13 glass pan, pile them up with marinara and cheese (I use that 4 cheese Italian pre-grated blend, also lazy)

and bake them until the cheese is really melted and a little brown on top, maybe 10 minutes?  Since I’m on that stupid diet, I didn’t make the pot of pasta I’d usually throw under the chicken before I served it, I just made green beans instead.  And you know what?

It kicked ASS.  See all Lotus’ Weekly Winners here, and all the Super Saturday Suppers recipes here.

In Canada, we have all the same holidays as in America (except MLK day), but sometimes they’re just called something else.  We have Canada Day, you have 4th of July.  We have Victoria Day (wtf?), you have Memorial Day.  We have Christmas AND Boxing Day (woo hoo!) you have Christmas by itself (sucks to be you).  The big difference, though, is Thanksgiving.  Oh, we have it, too, we just have it at a reasonable time.  You have it 5 weeks before Christmas, we have it 2 1/2 months before.

This?  Rocks.  Our Thanksgiving is in 9 days.  See Mr Lady giggle with excitement.  Giggle Mr Lady, giggle.

It’s been a while since I’ve done a Super Saturday Supper post, because I got lazy and boring when school started, that’s why.  Back off, hoser.  But I am fully intent on resurrecting it next Saturday to post my annual Full Thanksgiving Menu With Recipes post that only takes me 30 minutes longer to type than the entire fucking menu took to cook.  So I have that going for me, which is nice.

However, a handful of people may recall that I attempted a little holiday recipe contest last October, which Mr The Retropolitan won with his painfully delicious Mexican Chili recipe.  I thought it might be fun to bring that back that back from the dead today, too.  Maybe make it an annual tradition or something.  And maybe I’ll actually mail out the prize this time (sorry about that, Retro.  It’s wrapped really pretty and still in my closet, though.  I swear I’ll mail it; maybe for your birthday?)

So, just like last year, leave in the comments or post on your own blog your favorite holiday recipe.  I’m not looking for fancy, just yummy.  It could be Halloween punch, or an appetizer, or whatever.  My favorite recipe gets eaten and posted on my blog, and I’ll go buy you an awesome kitcheny prize that I will probably wait an entire calendar year to mail to you, because I suck.

Feel free to steal this for your sidebar. Just take out the brackets.

[a href="]http://www.whiskeyinmysippycup.com/2008/10/04/recipe-contest/” target=”_blank["> img src="]http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k9/shanbrentris/Easy-Bake160.jpg” border=”0″ alt=”Mr Lady’s Holiday Recipe Contest[">/a]

Deadline: American Thanksgiving, whenever the hell that is.

Rules:  The best things come to those who cheat.