May 29, 2007

Maque choux

Rarely do I post recipes on my blog, and for good reason. I'm not the Domestic Goddess, I'm more like the Processed Pagan. For the Cajun-themed party that Scott and I threw on Saturday, I used Zatarain's jambalaya and gumbo mixes (adding shrimp and andouille sausage). I only made one dish from scratch: Maque choux.

Much to my surprise, several guests actually requested a copy of the recipe, so here it is.

Maque Choux

Slightly spicy and a little crunchy, maque choux (MOCK shoo) is a Cajun smothered corn dish. In Cajun country, "smothered" means cooked with tomatoes, onion and green pepper.

Ingredients:

8 medium ears of fresh corn (or four cups of niblets)

1 medium onion, chopped (1/2 cup)

1 small green sweet pepper, chopped (1/2 cup)

2 tablespoons margarine or butter

1 medium tomato, cut up

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper

1/4 teaspoon ground red pepper


Directions:

Remove the husks from the corn; scrub with a stiff brush to remove silks. Rinse. Use a sharp knife to remove corn from cobs, cutting two-thirds of the way to the cob. Scrape cobs with a dull edge of a knife. (See, by this point I would have lost at least one finger.)

In a 3-quart saucepan cook onion and green pepper in margarine or butter for about 5 minutes or until tender. Stir in corn, tomato, salt, black pepper and red pepper. Cover and cook over low heat for about 20 minutes or until corn is tender. Season to taste. Makes 6 side-dish servings.




May 18, 2007

Meet Montana

Why is Ferris looking so pleased?



Because we brought him a friend.



Meet Montana. He is an Australian Shepherd/Border Collie puppy who will be staying with us for three weeks until he moves to his new home in the country.



Everything is going swimmingly. Ferris just needs to teach Montana who is the alpha dog.



I think Montana is starting to get the idea.




May 11, 2007

Dubya

If there are still people out there who have not yet been convinced that Dubya is a moron, all they have to do is take a look at the photo below. Yes, that's our Georgie, during a break in the filming of Late Night With David Letterman, cleaning his glasses with the shirt of one of Letterman's staff members.


May 08, 2007

May 02, 2007

Fatal Alert

I rely on my Palm Pilot, a.k.a. my Portable Brain, to remind me to do everything from sending birthday greetings to watering the garden to grocery shopping. Without my Palm, I am directionless. Helpless. Hopeless. This is why I made sure I had a back-up Palm.

One of my Portable Brains apparently suffered a ruptured aneurysm this morning. This evening I tried to breathe some life back into it with the help of Back-Up Brain. The result? This:



If I forget your birthday, I apologize. If my garden dies, you'll know why. If I starve to death -- ah, we know there's no danger of that happening, at least. My brains may be broken, but my appetite lives on.

Which reminds me, I am recanting my statement about wearing a muumuu the next time I'm in a wedding party, so if anyone knows where someone with an SUV in the pants can find a flattering, black, breathable, non-wrinkling knee-length dress suitable for a summer wedding, let me know.