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Leena Cooks: Mothers Day Brunch!

Leena Cooks: Mothers Day Brunch!

The makings of a kick-ass brunch for a kick-ass mom.

Dear Mom,

I know we don’t live near each other, but if we did, I would make you this brunch for Mothers Day because I love you and think you are the greatest mom in the world. Why?

Because you used to buy me the newest and coolest snacks for my lunch growing up.

Because even while juggling a full-time job and raising two kids, you still took time out to hand-sew me a million Halloween costumes that rocked (especially the spider suit with moving legs).

Because I’m pretty sure when I was a tiny baby, I pooped in your hand.

Because I watered down EVERY bottle of liquor in your collection as a teen.

Because you listened to me talk nonstop from the day I was born, and woman, if you could survive all of THAT, the least I could do is make you a delicious brunch.

Get ready Mom, for a spring herb, asparagus and goat cheese frittata and homemade biscuits with strawberry rhubarb jam.

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Leena Cooks: Elia’s Top Chef Waffle of Awesomeness…with a twist.

Leena Cooks: Elias Top Chef Waffle of Awesomeness...with a twist.

It all starts with a waffle shoved full of bacon. A thing of beauty, if you ask me.

I heart the show Top Chef. If you have never seen it, I’m sorry, because your life is that much less richer than mine. If you have seen it, girrrrrrrl, then you know what I’m talkin’ bout. A bunch of professional chefs get a series of cooking challenges to compete in during each episode, and the lowest performing chef is kicked off. Unlike many reality game shows, this one maintains an edge by providing creative challenges, ones that really make you think. Like, here is $4.00. Go buy some shit from a vending machine and turn into a 4 star amuse bouche in 20 minutes (all while trying not to fight with the psycho cheftestant hyped up on coke), and feed it to Tom Coliccho and some other famous chef, and you best be prepared to tell them why it isn’t amazing. But no pressure. Read the rest of this entry »

Brekky for Bobby

Dear American bacon , I really think its crappy you don?t live in Australia. I like to think we have some good memories together?like the time I made ten slices of you to top off a killer baked potato soup, but ate all of you before dinner even started. And then there was the time I put you on top of my chicken before roasting it, and your lovely fat kept my chicken breasts moist and unbelievably delicious while flavoring the vegetables that my chicken rested on with just a touch of kick-ass ness. Oh, it wasn?t all sugar and spice. I know this. But what relationship ever is? I like to think we have learned from our mistakes, and I think we BOTH know I will never attempt to cook you while only partially clothed. It was a dark time for both of us, me with third degree burns in embarrassing places and you literally dark after I forgot about you and burned you. But I kept coming back for more and you know why? You are special, bacon. A special, special meat product that could really teach Australia what quality pork products should taste like. So please, save me from this pork drudgery. Bacon, I need you. Love, Leena! Read the rest of this entry »

i heart baked eggs

i heart baked eggs

Must…eat…food! My partner and I joined a local start running group, and on this particular Sunday, we ran 8k. Around a month and a half ago, neither of us had run since, oh, freshman year of high school, which was certainly not yesterday. The entire time, our “teacher” was a kindly older gentleman on a bicycle who could no longer run, but was more than able to critique our running and bark out orders. “Relax your thumbs…then your hands will relax, then your shoulders will relax and then you won’t run the WRONG way.” My shoulders don’t relax when I’m shopping at the mall–how the hell can I do it while running? And relax your thumbs? How the hell do you do that? We could barely walk afterwards (we?re not really the ?exercising type?), and needed something immensely delicious and fatty to keep up from passing out on the floor in a puddle of overworked chunkiness. Read the rest of this entry »

Look what I just made…

Look what I just made...
Nothing says loving like pork fat and dairy products.

Jalapeno and Applewood-smoked cheddar polenta topped with a fried egg (still gooey), and crispy fried pancetta (the closest thing I could find to American bacon). Read the rest of this entry »

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