Ho Hum

Although yesterday was the official day to have finished off all Thanksgiving leftovers, I had been saving the best for last: sweet potato casserole.
And I had planned to savor my sweet prize, topped with toasted French vanilla marshmellos, while sipping spumante and feeling throughly indulgent.

However, gravity had different plans.

As I lifted my Pyrex casserole dish out of the oven, I ogled the slight bubble of the casserole and the perfect toast of the marshmellos.
And then that glee turned to horror as the dish flew out of my hands and shattered into a mess of orangey, glassy goo. And ended up spending a good part of 30 minutes cleaning up and sweeping, sweeping and more sweeping as broken glasses causes great paranoia.

The good news, I was mostly unscathed. I only received minor stabs on two fingers and a leg.
The bad news, I no longer own a Pyrex casserole dish.

Ho hum...

Chocolate zombie

So, I found this awesome recipe over at Kitchen Daily for cheddar pepper palmiers.
This is something I plan to make asap. However, I'm probably going to replace the ground black pepper for crushed jalapeños for extra spicy goodness.
Cheddar, jalapeños and palmiers, how could anything that sounds that good go wrong?

Speaking of food, it's that special and incredibly annoying time of the month for me and my craving for anything remotely chocolate has gone into overload.
I'm (slightly) ashamed to say that I had chocolate chip cookie dough for breakfast....
and brunch.....
and a little with lunch.

I'm a little afraid to leave the house. I may just head to the nearest gas station and buy as much chocolate and Pepsi I can get my hands on.
However, I'm pretty sure my lazy-induced self will sit right here and browse the internet.
Perhaps look at pictures of brownies and cakes with the safe-filler off!

Sea bass, the yummy frontier

Here's a post pulled from Bittersweet Rose:

My interest in sea bass first appeared in the summer of 1993 while watching "Jurassic Park" in the theatre with my parents.

A little odd, I know.

When Richard Attenborough, playing Jurassic Park's owner John Hammond, offered sea bass to his guests, my then 11-year-old mind thought, "'Spared no expense,' huh?"

I had to have some.

Well, I finally got up the courage, and chance, to get some sea bass a few months ago at a restaurant called The Flaming Pineapple. The FP is in a town named Moselle, about 20 or so miles from where I'm currently living. With the sun already past set, I got lost in the dark on the way there and back.

Thank you, Mississippi for not believing in the idea of street lights.

The waitress brought out my plate: a 6-inch long, 3-inch thick piece of sea bass surrounded by sweet potato fries (a favorite of mine).

The smell was incredible; it made me giddy with anticipation of the meal I was about to eat.

And the taste?

Usually I reserve the term "melt in your mouth" for things of the chocolate and gooey variety, but this sea bass was an exception.
Each bite was a melty bite of grilled buttery fish goodness.

The sight of fish skin usually makes me gag, but in this case it only enhanced the flavor of the fish meat, giving it a salty, tangy burst.

Whether sea bass is normally delicious or cook of the Flaming Pineapple is a genius, I'm not sure. But it's certainly worth another trip, try and taste!