tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349595772024-03-15T00:45:19.443+14:00The Gourmet Peasant<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gourmetpeasant/396056353/" title="Photo Sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/396056353_e1f6fbad07.jpg" width="500" height="173" alt="Logo #2" /></a>Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.comBlogger197125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-21617808534837109012012-01-10T08:12:00.000+14:002012-01-10T08:12:34.496+14:00I love my dinner robot...I mean my husband.
Every week I run off to swim class telling Ben that I probably won't want dinner. It's a late class and I don't make it home until 9:45pm which is dangerously close to my normal bed time. Still almost every week I come home to a food fragrant house that is too tempting to turn down.
This last week it was double rice flowered fish with ginger and black caraway and sesame asparagus. Such a Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-46005215694796811032011-12-28T11:05:00.001+14:002011-12-29T08:04:13.401+14:00Salty and Sweet
I have a confession to make: I'm scared. I've been scared of just about everything for most of my life, but right now, I fear that my current unease at putting myself out there in the world, as in dancing when I feel like it, engaging in conversion with an acquaintance, pursuing writing, as in singing karaoke at a bar with friends, taking myself seriously in a career, or picking up a dusty Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-4191375081800471692011-12-01T12:56:00.010+14:002011-12-03T07:26:37.575+14:00Mom's Black Bean BurgersThe title Stay at home mom does not convey in entirety the job that it is presumes to represent. Before I actually was one, SAHM (for this purpose lets just call it mom) sounded like a one note job such as working on a factory line or answering phones. I had no idea just how complex being the caretaker of a fragile young thing could be. On a regular day, being a mom requires one to be a bodyguardMadelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-19058042564009185702011-08-06T09:37:00.005+14:002011-08-07T02:57:11.474+14:00The Gripping RevelationOn the nights that I handle Hannah's wake ups, Ben kindly lets me sleep in and brings me coffee in bed. Sometimes the coffee is just the way I like it, pipping hot with just the right amount of milk and sugar. Then, other times, he brings me coffee that is too strong, with not enough milk, and to my horror, luke warm. When he hands over the flawed cup, I find it impossible to conceal my dismay. Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-73023451368348701792011-07-24T08:57:00.009+14:002011-12-30T05:37:17.811+14:00Hot Chicks, Cool Celery
With temperatures in Brooklyn hitting record highs, Cindy, one of my chickens, gave me a look of both sorrow and disdain. "May as well toss me in the oven, I bet it would be cooler than this heat-locker of a coop... at least the kitchen is air conditioned!"
Of course she didn't actually say that, but she just about implied it with those kvetching eyes of hers. I do love a good roasted Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-26980166634330055942011-07-21T08:18:00.004+14:002011-07-21T08:28:41.040+14:00The Ugly Pancake My Mother never told me that not every pancake, is a good looking pancake. So it only stands to reason that I was more than a little thrown when I made these tasty, yet incredibly homely pancakes for the first time It all began with a game of Something-Out-Of-Nothing - a game where I try and come up with a tasty meal out of what happens to be in the house. On this day in particular, all I had Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-50764465498896615452011-03-02T10:01:00.006+14:002011-03-04T11:25:22.793+14:00Defining Romanticp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Times; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; } Some people would like you to believe that once you have children romance is dead and that spontaneity is out the window. Don’t believe them. While it is likely you will have to repress a few impulsive urges, that does not mean that you can Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-5391585371675526902010-12-21T04:45:00.006+14:002010-12-21T05:31:57.995+14:00About Time I Told You...Browsing the the pages of a suddenly-and-out-of-nowhere-inactive-blog is what it must be like to walk the streets of a post apocalyptic city. There is something incredibly eerie and even sad about grazing in the sunken footsteps of something that was once so alive. So why haven't I made an entry to Gourmet Peasant in over a year? I thought it was about time I told you...Meet Hail Storm Hannah, myMadelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-68256041731453019482009-12-02T05:10:00.017+14:002009-12-04T16:33:08.005+14:00Why I Hate Thanksgiving...Not!Now, if you thought that I was going to go into a bloated diatribe about why Thanksgiving sucks, then your wrong. It is however, a common theme echoed across the blogshpere this time of year. I hate Turkey, my family sucks, everyone just sits around the TV watching football, its a holiday based around killing the Indians, these are but of few of the Internet yodeling justifying why the Holiday Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-50423375188319536792009-11-23T17:51:00.001+14:002009-11-23T17:55:59.762+14:00New RoommatesHaving roommates is never easy. Even if you get along like like fried eggs and ham, there are bound to be some habits that grate on one another's nerves, for example, dirty dishes left in the sink, bogarting the remote, and singing along with every song played on the stereo. But, what if your list of annoying roommate habits included molting, pecking, and smelling like a chicken?Buzz and Auntie Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-26227196775357013622009-11-09T14:36:00.006+14:002009-11-14T14:49:49.682+14:00The Sick and Twisted Lot...Think about the three worst things that could happen to a foodie and sure enough, stomach ailments would be on that list – that's at least the conclusion I've come to after six days of unspeakable torture at the hands of the stomach flu. I hardly have to get into details to convey the pains, discomforts, and embarrassments everyone goes threw when they come down with a stomach virus, and if you Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-87204252585906840372009-09-04T06:13:00.005+14:002009-09-04T06:58:58.551+14:00There's a new Bird in TownNot Many trips to our local kitchen supply store, A Cooks Companion, don't result in the purchase of some fun new kitchen gadget or appliance. Mashers, strainers, mortar and pestles, knife sharpeners, you name it, we've snatched it up from this foodie haven where the Le Creusets are as colorful as they are bountiful and the staff is always prepared to answer questions and help you in your latest Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-33180271774553703702009-08-31T09:51:00.004+14:002009-08-31T16:29:40.581+14:00Tough DecisionsThere are few things I like better than a visit to the Red Hook playing fields for some tasty Soccer Tacos. Whenever I find myself ridding past that one block radius packed with bustling food vendors, I find it nearly impossible not to stop for an impromptu brunch of Salvadoran Papusas (fried masa pancakes stuffed with cheese, beans, and or meat), Mexican Sopes, or Guatemalan style tamales. TodayMadelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-5467181333596680072009-07-25T05:23:00.002+14:002009-07-28T05:05:56.297+14:00Don't Fence Me InQuestion: How do you discipline a chicken?This may seem like an out-of-the-blue question considering my lengthy absence. Working in the wine shop and bartending, moving in with Ben and adopting two new chickens has this Brooklyn Peasant tackling problems never before contemplated: How do you juggle two jobs, marry two kitchens, and more importantly, how do you protect your beloved egg laying Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-48662410281658152382009-07-21T11:09:00.002+14:002009-07-21T11:23:27.167+14:00The Feefee Monster and The Coffee Fanatic ReduxI admit it. I am a coffee fanatic, a coffee geek, and a coffee snob. I love coffee so much that I am excited about my morning cup when I go to sleep the night before. French roast, American roast, French press, drip, espresso, cappuccino, with whole milk, skim, or half and half any which way is fine with me as long as I get it strong and hot. The first thing I do upon rising is to participate in Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-49115628224014272692009-01-17T05:24:00.002+14:002009-01-19T09:23:08.023+14:00Evolution of The Coffee Robot I'm telling you man, it's like...in the future, everything's just gonna be done my humans.I sure as hell better have a Robot that makes me my coffee before you find me making coffee for my Robot. It's evolution baby...Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-874621440374935152009-01-16T08:10:00.006+14:002009-01-16T10:43:06.119+14:00A Chance MeetingIt was like one of those scenes in a movie where all the actions of one or of many all add up to an unavoidable brush with fate; sometimes a chance meeting with a future love, or an unlucky encounter with tragic outcome. Only destiny decides whether it is the former or the latter. Lucky for these two,it was a glorious communion, the coming together of two magnificent parts that resulted in one Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-3739320973391484752009-01-07T05:40:00.004+14:002009-01-07T06:14:21.604+14:00Last Year's TrashWhen I arrived at the Laundromat last week, I was surprised to find it packed full of people - not usually the case on a weekday morning. "Everyone wants to get their laundry done for the New Year" said the owner. Apparently having all your laundry done before the New Year is an established New Years tradition, one that I had never heard of before, "I never knew about it either till I had this Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-71503812239393544912009-01-03T20:09:00.006+14:002009-01-04T07:31:48.591+14:00I love you _____ Robot...Midge Some say that I should give it up, my peculiar fascination with coffee Robots... Maxwell & Marcus I say, its hard thing to kick when, everywhere I go, I am tormented by gangs of cool looking robots.Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-27927395623971397392008-12-08T10:47:00.005+14:002008-12-08T12:29:30.240+14:00Enough Wine?To think,after two of my guests canceled, I was concerned that I would to have too much wine for Thanksgiving ...Thankfully my friends were courteous enough to suffer through the extra bottles of wine. Hope it wasn't too much work guys; thanks to your dedicated wine guzzling, not one bottle remained.Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-63226418112061268962008-12-07T08:45:00.005+14:002008-12-07T09:09:06.129+14:00Traditions Of Thanks.Thanksgiving at my place is full of all sorts of traditions, some not as conventional as others; for example this one in which I spank the turkey before seasoning it.Its hard to say how long this practice has been in effect or, how it got started in the first place, but it has become quit the Thanksgiving ritual and, I like to believe, it contributes to the overall tenderness of the meat.Another Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-4363652115383988532008-11-26T08:51:00.016+14:002008-11-27T06:14:54.945+14:00Your plans? So what do you plan on doing?It is the customary question one might receive when discussing future travel plans and, a question to which my uncustomary response, “I’m going to eat,” has earned some curious looks and quit a few giggles. I assume this is because people think that my answer is in jest and, although I am not entirely earnest, I’m not exactly joking either.Ben and I were headed for Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-1613492670490964972008-10-16T04:29:00.003+14:002008-10-16T05:23:16.004+14:00New York City Mice Sure Do Have Expensive Taste!A few weeks ago I visited my mother and, as always, she sent me back to the city loaded down with specialty chocolates, Tahitian Vanilla, Vietnamese Cinnamon, and an array of pastry flour. Upon arrival, it was straight back to the grind and so I placed my bag of goodies on a shelf in the kitchen, and immediately forgot about them.The bag was rediscovered this past weekend during a clean up after Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-35545330689592740102008-10-01T04:27:00.000+14:002008-10-01T04:28:26.788+14:00Did Somebody say, Chicken?Madelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34959577.post-41891571858451312412008-09-24T04:21:00.005+14:002008-09-24T05:02:39.972+14:00A Stroke of Good LuckSometimes getting lost is a pain in the the behind, and others it's merely a stroke of good luck. The other weekend, on our way upstate to visit my mother, Ben and I were so involved in conversation, that we not only missed our exit off the Thruway, we continued onward to miss a second exit. It turned out to be a fortunate mistake for, due to our extended tour of the NY State Thruway, we ended upMadelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10990120035211323980noreply@blogger.com0