I went to my first Red Sox game last night with CK and his co-workers. No, not of the season. This was my first Fenway Park experience ever! Yes, I’ve lived here for three years now and I’d never been to a game. And boy did I live it up. I ate and drank everything in sight from Fenway Franks to French Fries to Cracker Jacks, but the best food moment of the night was having a Sausage and Peppers sandwich from the infamous Sausage Guy. I did a double take when I saw the man behind the cart though as he looked uncannily like my Uncle Eric. Unkie Eric did you get a new job? If so then thank you for the best sandwich ever!

The other highlight of the evening (other than slowly succumbing to hypothermia over the course of three hours in the freezing cold weather) was finding out that Mike Lowell’s walk-up music is Iron Man by Black Sabbath. That was pretty hot!

In the end we won dramatically thanks to my old Portland Sea Dogs buddy Kevin Youkilis and after walking all the way to Copley, to avoid the insane crowds at Kenmore, I arrived home by 11:00 PM and fell into bed utterly stuffed. So CK…when can we get tickets again?!

My grandmother has chickens and they live a fabulous Disney-esq life full of table scraps, grain, and white bread complete with a fancy chicken coop and a big grassy area to run around in. In general these chickens probably have a quality of life similar to your pet cat.

If you spend the night at my grandmother’s house you are woken up by the crowing of a large rooster. Sometimes the brave little chickens get out of their pen and run around the neighborhood. Now that’s what I call “free range.” Gram keeps in her neighbors good graces by making them incredible batches of peanut butter fudge and by also bestowing upon them dozens of amazing eggs that her pampered chickens lay.

When I go home to Maine I always request eggs to take back with me. They are fabulous beyond belief. Case in point: they are almost twice the size of normal extra-large organic eggs that you buy in the grocery store. The yolks are a bright orange color as opposed to the much paler yellow that you see above. In fact the yolks are so orange that everyone in my family has learned not to use them in white foods as we’ve all ended up with bright orange lasagna and funky colored cakes due to Gram’s delicious (but neon) eggs. In general I treat these eggs like culinary diamonds. They are reserved for weekend omelets and fluffy scrambles on lazy Sunday mornings. We’ll seriously get into a fight if you try to use one of these to make anything as mundane as a boxed corn muffin mix. I’m not kidding!

After a long and involved process the Limoncello was finally sampled on Saturday.  Beforehand though I spent hours in the kitchen prepping dinner.   Unfortunately several glasses of wine into the evening it completely slipped my mind to take any actual shots of the cooked food.  No doubt, a common hazard of the “job.”

In reality I served a Roasted Vegetable Lasagna (specifically Portobello Mushrooms, Red Pepper, Zucchini, and Spinach) with spicy Turkey Sausage, Baked Artichokes with Gorgonzola and Herbs, and a Strawberry and Marscapone Granita.

I should warn you that even though Giada said you can eat the artichoke leaves, I thought they were really too chewy.  So I cut up cubes of Seeduction Bread (I know…I know…I’m obsessed) and served the artichokes as a sort of mini personalized fondue.   The fact that those leaves were so gross really annoyed me because it took 20 minutes to snip off the tips of six artichokes and those ends didn’t just fall gracefully to the counter in a neat pile, they flew all over my kitchen with an audible ping.  Zoom!

As for the Limoncello…well…I sort of had a hunch that I wouldn’t like it.  I haven’t been a fan of lemony cocktails in years ever since an unfortunate incident with some Bacardi Limon in college.   But my other guests didn’t seem to mind it.  CK actually liked it!  He drank his in the form of a modified Gin and Tonic.  My friend Melissa had the best response of all:

Anyway, I have two full wine bottles of the stuff left so if anyone has any good ideas on what I can do with it (besides drink it) I’d be forever grateful.

I couldn’t help myself!  While waiting at the Whole Foods Bakery counter for my Seeduction Bread to be sliced I spyed this adorable puppy cupcake sitting on the shelf all alone among a sea of flower cupcakes.  I just coudn’t stand to see him there by himself so I brought him home with me.  I’ve decided that his name is George (named for George Michael of course).  I plan to give him to CK when he gets home from work.  It’s Corona and cupcakes for dinner tonight!

PS:  If you want to make your own edible puppy pack you should check out Francie’s step-by-step decorating tips.

If you’re my age (shh…27) and you grew up watching Nickelodeon when it had something other than Sponge Bob Square Pants and Rugrats reruns then you probably remember a fab little show called Clarissa Explains it All. Melissa Joan Hart portrayed a precocious teenager with a funky fashion sense and a suitably bizarre family.  And don’t even try to convince me that you didn’t totally have a huge crush on her best friend Sam.  I loved it!

Well now Clarissa is all grown up, just like the rest of us, and according to Ecorazzi she’s teaming up with Lifetime Movie of the Week phenomenon Kellie Martin (aka Becca Thacher or Lucy Knight depending on if you’re a Life Goes On Fan or an ER junkie) to open a resturant.   What theme could these ladies possibly come up with?  I’m seriously dying to know.  I really just hope that there’s some Sabrina the Teenage Witch paraphenial on the walls, and maybe some framed photos of Kellie Martin as “Christy.”  Sort of like a nostaligc 90s teenage girl version of TGI Fridays.  Maybe they could provide diners with complimentary “Girl Talk” boardgames too?!  Sounds like my idea of good time.

When I lived in Portland all by my little old self after college I used to make this very soup in a hand me down pot that I acquired from my mom. Speaking of the old neighborhood, some crazy fool tried to burn it down last week. I’m trying to comfort myself with the fact that my building was at least made out of brick so perhaps he was discouraged in his malicious endeavors by that fact, because as far as I know it’s still standing.

But back to soup. I love this soup! When I first made it I felt like the Queen of the Kitchen. The company I worked for had these Panera Bake sales all of the time so I’d purchase a loaf of slightly stale onion focaccia, heat it up in my rinky dink oven, and happily dip hastily torn pieces into my steaming hot bowl of veggie and cheddar goodness. Then, I’d curl up on my cold cream leather couch (also “borrowed” from my mother) pop in some netflixed Gilmore Girls episodes and suddenly life seemed pretty good for living paycheck to paycheck and charging my blonde highlights, and mental health trips to the mall on my “emergency” Visa.

Vegetable Cheddar Soup (Based on the recipe originally published in Betty Crocker’s Easy Entertaining)

4 tablespoons butter
1 onion chopped
4 carrots sliced
4 celery stalks sliced
3 cups of broccoli florets
1/2 cup flour
10 ounces of sharp white cheddar grated
2 1/2 cups low-sodium chicken or vegetable stock
1 1/2 cups light cream
Salt & Freshly Ground Pepper to taste
Seeduction Croutons - optional. See below for how I made them.

Heat butter in large dutch oven over medium heat until melted. Cook carrot, onion, celery, and broccoli in butter until softened. Stir flour into the vegetable and butter mixture. Gradually stir in the chicken broth and cream. Continue cooking over medium heat, stirring constantly until mixture boils; boil 1 minute. Slowly stir in cheese until melted. Top with homemade “Seeduction” croutons and serve.

Seeduction Croutons

4 small slices of Whole Foods Seeduction bread
1-2 tablespoons of olive oil
Salt & Freshly Ground Pepper

Pre-heat the oven to 375 degrees.
Slice the bread into bite sized squares.
Toss with olive olive oil, salt, and pepper.
Bake until toasted and browned.