Batter Licker

July 16, 2010

goat cheese marinated with thyme, lemon juice and kalamata olives

Filed under: appetizer,cheese — Tags: , , , , , , — Kristen @ 10:19 pm

When it comes to appetizers, I plead guilty to several counts of merely unwrapping a cheese or two and plonking it on a plate with some crackers and a cheese knife. Not quite “voilĂ .” But sometimes, life is just too busy to spend an hour – or even thirty minutes – preparing an appetizer when cheese will do just as well.

Though it requires just barely more effort than the unwrap-and-plonk method, this marinated version looks and tastes much more impressive. Just toss thyme and olives in a pan with some olive oil for 5 minutes, add lemon juice, and pour the mixture over a cute three-inch round of goat cheese.

Spend the next 10 minutes either cutting up cucumber slices, arranging crackers, and doing last-minute cleanup, or enjoying a hostess-only, pre-party glass of light, crisp, almost bubbly Vinho Verde (Recommended: Opala for only $7 per pretty, summery bottle at Whole Foods).

Alternatively, if you’re a lucky applicant to the State Bar of California like me and The Exam You Desperately Need To Pass is less than two weeks away, you can spend that extra time flipping through constitutional law flashcards in a desperate attempt to learn the ins and outs of equal protection, privileges and immunities, and due process. But I can vouch that flashcards on a Friday night aren’t as fun as they sound.

In other words, go with the Vinho.

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July 9, 2010

easy chocolate chip-coconut ice cream with roasted cherries

Filed under: dessert,ice cream — Tags: , , , , , — Kristen @ 7:47 pm

No offense, cake, but in my heart of hearts, I’m an ice cream gal. My ice cream fanaticism probably started with trips to Thrifty’s on hot summer days when my mom would treat my then-pint-sized self to a scoop of rainbow sherbet and my younger sister Kate to a scoop of strawberry or chocolate something-or-another ice cream. No sharing required.

And sometimes during those ice cream indulgences, my mom would even give me a dime – though it’s probably several quarters, nowadays – to get one of those sticky hand toys out of the mini vending machines at the drug store, which I could then use to amuse myself – and annoy my silly little sister – for hours after the ice cream had disappeared because, clearly, her forehead was meant to be a target.

My love for ice cream was so deep at such a young, innocent age that shameless adults could leverage the frozen treat as a bribing mechanism. Just ask my Uncle Bill. (more…)

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