Showing posts with label things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label things. Show all posts

Friday, February 20, 2009

Name This Food

Updated with info from Cindy + pointing out something I missed in the instructions.

Today my coworker Cindy and I made something delicious. The idea was all hers; all I added was the banana peppers to mine. Are these a thing? If so, what are they? If not, how did nobody think of this before?

Ingredients:
  • Buttery croissant dough stuff (I'm trying to find out exactly what it was from Cindy, will update when I hear) Update: Pillsbury crescent rolls, extra large style. Update 2: Pillsbury Crescent Rolls, Big and Buttery 50% Bigger style, to be more specific. And the butteriness is vital.
  • Maple-honey-baked ham
  • Provolone cheese
  • Horseradish mustard
  • Banana peppers (optional)
Stretch out 2 of the croissant dough pieces. Pierce each with fork. Lay one down on a sheet, and layer on ham, cheese, and peppers. Update: Spread mustard on the other piece. Place that piece over the top, and seal the edges (and crimp with a fork). Bake at 350 F for 15 minutes. Eat, and be contented.

They weren't quite pierogis. Were they a thing? Note: If you make this a thing, you can use virtually any sandwich ingredients. For that reason, I am temporarily calling them "dumpling sandwiches," although I guess "Cindy's Dumpling Sandwiches" (or whatever else she might decide to call them) would be more fitting.

Friday, February 06, 2009

Welcome Pickles

When I moved into my current rental house back in July, the previous occupants had left many things: spices, cleaning chemicals, even a vase in the bathroom full of some sort of scented oil. The thing that weirded me out, though, was a large, unopened jar of pickles in the fridge. Why would you buy a large jar of pickles just before you moved out? And pickle juice isn't exactly a color that instills trust. I threw out the pickles.

A few months later, I was watching a repeat of the sitcom How I Met Your Mother. In this episode, two of the characters moved into a new apartment, and were starving after the move. One of the characters complained that there was nothing in the fridge, not even pickles.

Wait, what? Are the pickles a thing?

I decided that, regardless of whether they were a thing, they're a thing now.

The next time you move, leave a jar of unopened pickles in the fridge. I recommend labeling them "Welcome Pickles," and possibly even attaching a note to the new occupants of your former home. Let them know the tricks and quirks that it took you a while to figure out when you moved in, such as tips on how to get the thermostats to play nice with the changing weather, or a warning that the guest toilet doesn't flush properly unless you hold down the lever for a couple seconds.

We can make this a thing.