Dish and Sip

Recently, I’ve been pigging out on all the wrong snacks. A box of Gushers a day, a box of Salty Nuts, ooey gooey chocolate toffee cake, peach cobbler. The list goes on. And I haven’t been excising as much because of a pinched meniscus. So this week, I wanted a more refreshing snack to enjoy in this summer heat. Something that would not make me feel like pig. Salsa!  The great thing about salsa is that it can be made in thousands of combinations all freshly put together. I am normally a big fan of eating fruit and veggies. But my sweet tooth has been in over drive, and I have to put it to rest now. Especially since all of the blog posts next month will be desserts. I’m guaranteed to gain 5 pounds, and if you follow my blog, be careful.  I’m not responsible for your weight gain! Chunky Mango Salsa Ingredients : 2 mangoes 1 large tomato 1 lime 1/3 cup diced red onion 1/3 cup of red pepper with seeds Diced cilantro Directions : Peel mang...

Photo taken by: Chad Morgan For years I stood in the kitchen beside my mother and watched her become so flustered with the tedious duties of peeling eggs. Yes, peeling eggs are tedious especially when making deviled eggs. You never want the egg white to be broken or disfigured because that is an egg white that you will have to get rid of. I’ll provide you some tips to make this portion of your life a bit easier. Over the past 28 years, I have ate hundreds of these bite sized appetizers. Some with a strong mustard flavor, some topped with shrimp, bacon and paprika and some with sugar. But one thing remains the same, they could never top the deviled egg that my mother makes for every family event. It’s a given, that if there is any family event, my mother is bringing the deviled eggs. And they normally don’t last in the fridge longer than an hour. That is a true story. One year an aunt decided that she wanted to help make the deviled eggs. *dun, dun, dun. * She reall...

Eat with your eyes     I am such a visual eater and I should probably seek help for my food addiction.   I try not to watch commercials because the food presentation on some commercials will cause me to leave my home and drive miles for food. So it’s no wonder that when I saw Elote, Mexican style corn on the cob, on the Food network, I had to try it. Elote is corn on the cob grilled and topped with mayonnaise, cotija cheese, cayenne pepper and freshly squeezed lime juice. So very yummy. When I found out that my boyfriend was planning to grill this weekend, I knew this would be one of the few opportunities for me to try this dish. I mean, I’m not a griller. I can bake my tail off and cook a good meal, but, me, outdoors with lighter fluid is just dangerous.   I had to set a plan in motion. The idea of mayo on corn is fairly odd, so I could not let him know what I was up to, but I quickly volunteered to bring the corn to this bbq. As the summer season...

Rabbit leg over rice with sweet carrots.   I love rabbits!   As a child I had three of them, and they all died very unfortunate deaths. The one rabbit I remember most was Petey; he kind of resembled the dog from the Little Rascals. Hence the name. Petey was so cute; he had a black patch around his eye and ate everything, even cake.   But that is neither here nor there. One evening, my nephew decided to give Petey a bath. It was so innocent of him, but that was the last time Petey was ever seen alive. And, although this is a food blog, I feel compelled to tell the story of how my beloved rabbit passed. That bath was more like a deep cleaning. Petey was bathe in Comet cleaner, bleach, toothpaste, and bath soap. Pretty much anything that could be found in the bathroom. And the look on his face when he got caught was so priceless. I wish I had a picture to share. That was Sept. 12, 1996. The next morning I woke up to find out that Tupac Shakur had passed. And my...

 pulled corned beef, shredded lettuce, onions, honey mustard, swiss cheese on ciabatta rolls Happy Mother’s Day It is said that home is where the heart is. If that is true, then my home is truly Washington, DC. Most of my love is there. The old neighborhood, the brown stoned lined streets, that loud neighbor that you can hear from a block over. My heart lies in the streets of DC, in the home of my mother, and with those that I call family. When my mom first told me that one of her favorite foods to eat was corned beef, my first thought was, “What is that?” I could not recall eating corned beef at ANY period in my life. I had no idea what it looked like. How it tasted, or smelled. Or what was the texture? I had a lot to learn pretty quickly if I was to prepare it. Initially, I can across a picture of corned beef in a can which reminded me of spam.  Truthfully, I was scared. I did not want to prepare a canned meal and disguise it as a tribute to my...