Sweet Caroline and Jordan's Shrimp and Grits

It has been quite a while since I've written. Partly due to work, partly due to being lazy...I'll admit to it, but alas it is summer and I figure as the weather warms perhaps I will come out of my temporary hibernation from writing. I have so many recipe's that I want to add so I figure that would be the best place to start.

Having spent the majority of my life in the south I have come find a series of truths that exist in the southern world. The most important truth that I have accepted is the fact that butter, real butter, is the equivalent to gold in the kitchen. This is one of the key ingredients in the dish that this post is about. I realize there are tons of people out there who have their reservations when it comes to using real butter, health risks etc...well health nuts here is something to consider, butter is not your enemy. It is a natural product created using natural resources. Our ancestors were eating long before people started developing many of the diseases that plague people today. Think of it this way, everything in moderation. I will admit I too have health nut moment and there are certain things that I try to stay away from (fake, over processed foods are one of them). That being said the best option for me if I follow my beliefs and the research out there is in fact real butter! Here is great website that argues why butter is in fact better (they have data to back up their claims) http://butterbeliever.com/butter-is-better/.

That being said I shall now present to you

Sweet Caroline and Jordan's (my boyfriend) Famous Shrimp and Grits!

*A word of warning, this recipe will most likely ruin shrimp and grits at any and every restaurant you go to...seriously it is THAT good!

What You Need: (feeds 2 very hungry adults)
      1 lb. Fresh Large Shrimp (not frozen!)
      1 Cup Yellow Stone Ground Grits
      1/4-1/2 Cup of Milk
      1 Package of Bacon
      1 block of Gruyere Cheese (pure Gruyere!)
      1 Bushel of Green Onions
      1 Stick of Salted Butter
      1 Clove of Garlic
      1-2 Tbs of Olive Oil
      Salt and Pepper

What You Do:
      Cook your grits according to the directions on the package. We get ours from Whole Foods so for 1 cup of grits you need 4 cups of water.

     While your grits are cooking start frying up your bacon, yes the entire package! (on the stove for the best flavor). After bacon is cooked until crisp, set it aside to cool.

      Shred your Gruyere cheese, chop your green onions and mince your garlic.

      By now your grits should be fully cooked, go ahead and add your stick of butter and allow it to melt. Now add your milk and stir the grits to incorporate the milk and melted butter, then slowly start to add your Gruyere cheese. I generally do this one handful at a time stirring in between to ensure that the cheese melts completely before adding the next handful. Leave one handful of the Gruyere for garnish. Salt your grits to taste.

      Go ahead and chop up your cooled bacon to create bacon bits (feel free to taste test!)

      In a deep pan add a couple tablespoons of Olive oil, your minced garlic and allow to warm for a few minutes (on a very low setting this will allow the garlic flavor to infuse into the oil without burning) While your olive oil warms get out your shrimp and make sure all of the shrimp have been pealed and detailed. Now add your shrimp to your heated oil and garlic and turn the heat up to medium-medium high. They will only take a few minutes to cook so be sure to stir them every 30 seconds or so, as soon as they have turned pink and curled up they are ready to take off of the heat. Approx 2 mins per side.

      Now it is time to plate you shrimp and grits: In a bowl add a couple of ladles of your cheesy grits, next add your shrimp (approx 8+ or so), then a sprinkle of cheese, after your cheese add small handful (or a large handful if your like me) of your chopped bacon, finally top with your green onions. Sit back and enjoy!

     

The Joys of Being a Pet Owner

     I recently (within the last 7 months) got my first real pet... The reason I emphasize the real portion is because I have gone through a series of fish over the last two years or so, all of which, have since met their demise and ventured to the great, big, blue beyond via the big white porcelain bowl. All but one that is...Let me explain. For our second valentines day together my boyfriend decided to get me a fish...that might sound lame to a lot of you but me being who I am, found it cute. We went and picked out a beautiful iridescent green/blue beta fish along with a gorgeous 5 gallon fish tank that had a super neat waterfall-ish accent piece. In addition we got one of those neat foam bubble rope things that we buried under the rocks so our "little love fish" would have something to play in. We then decided on a name for our love fish, we dubbed him Ralis, lord of the sea...Yes, we got it from Zelda. Ralis thrived for nearly a year before he kicked the bucket...

All of our supplies!

Our Little Love Fish (Ralis)

     We then decided to get a few replacement fish. This time we opted for a trio of colorful GlowFish. We named the pink one Ruto (Ru for short), the orange one Ra, and the Blue one Zora (again names from Zelda...except for Ra aka: the ancient Egyptian's sun god). The three seemed to get along for the most part. At some point Ra developed tail rot but seemed to get around just fine without his tail, then Zora simply disappeared...not kidding we looked everywhere! We cleaned out the fish tank, pulled apart the filter and motor, moved the stand the tank was on, got on our knees and searched the floor but the fish had simply disappeared.  I still think the other fish ate him but who knows. So we proceeded to get Zora II. Then we found Ru on the floor dried up before Zora II committed suicide by running into the wall of the tank as hard as he could when we were feeding him...granted he just sort of floated around stunned for a few minutes before snapping back and seeming fine (zombie fish, freaky for real) but he was dead the next day. And finally Ra, perhaps out of depression, decided to stop eating and died shortly after. It was around that time my boyfriend started his first year of med school. Yeay! I am still so proud of him! Unfortunately, his new educational venture dampened my mood a bit. Try as I might, I became increasingly depressed. I am the type of person who has to have someone/something to give attention to. The fish were fun to look at but I couldn't exactly take them out of their tank to play with them...This is where my real pet comes into play.
     My boyfriend and I are both animal lovers. We both grew up with pets specifically dogs and I was lucky enough to grow up with an outdoor cat as well. We had been talking about getting a (mammal) pet for some time now but with our schedules, his med school and my current position as a substitute teacher, it would be difficult to properly care for a dog. We are the kind of people who take a lot of time to research things first before we decide to move forward...for example, our fish...we spent a few days researching what Beta Fish need to truly to thrive, a 5 gallon tank, heater, etc. So we obviously did that when considering our options as far as a mammal pet was concerned...our apartment complex only allows fish, dogs and cats so that helped narrow down our options. After months...and I mean MONTHS of researching the potential annual cost of a pet cat or dog, plus their cognitive and emotional needs we came to the conclusion that it wasn't time to get a dog quite yet. We just sort of dropped the cat option because we had been so wrapped up in wanting a dog, primarily due to the bond that develops between the dog and it's owners. As animal lovers, we often make trips to the local pet stores on the weekends to see the various adoption agencies that set up. We might not have been able to adopt one of our own, but at least we could give some love and attention to some of the animals that hadn't found their other halves yet.
     Needless to say one weekend we made this trip to our local PetSmart. They didn't have any dogs that day but they had recently gotten in a number of kittens from the Feline Freedom Coalition. I went over, like I usually do, and took a look at the kittens. Most of them were sleeping in a pile together. One however, was off on her own. I moved my hands around trying to get her attention and it worked, so I stood there for some time doing my best to entertain this lonely kitten before deciding, "well she's awake and her roommates are all zonked so why not play with her". After going over and asking one of the employees...and then waiting nearly 15 minutes before they were able to help me, I was, at last, led into a small "play room" to interact with the kitten. The employee then brought out the little kitten who seemed quite shy. When they placed her on the floor the little kitten scooted as far away from me as possible. Generally, this isn't considered a "good" sign. Perhaps I'm just an idiot or maybe it was the mothering instinct in me that saw a frightened little animal whose trust had to be earned. This I understood. So I allowed her to smell me and did my best to use some of the surrounding toys to entice her. After some time of allowing her to acclimate to my presence I reached over and picked her up. She didn't struggle or fuss at my handling her so I toyed with her feet and her face to test the waters. She again did fine. I noticed how badly she was shaking. The poor thing was just absolutely terrified. So I snuggled her close to my chest so that she could feel my heartbeat. I sat there stroking her while I listened to the employee telling me about the kittens history. She had been found behind a clothing store all by herself at about a month and a half old. She was then taken to to the adoption agency where she was put in quarantine and then received her vaccinations, micro chip and tattoo. According to the employee the kitten hadn't acclimated too well to life in a kennel...I'm still not sure if that was true or if they were just trying to get rid of her. Either way the tiny shaking kitten who had calmed in my arms, that bit of information and my recent bout of slight depression sealed the deal...I was getting a kitten.
     My boyfriend and I spent the next hour and a half pricing everything out; annual cost for the Banfield membership, food, litter, etc. and shopping for the necessary items to make my new kitten feel at home in our apartment. She was then weighed (2.75 pounds at three months and four days of age) and quickly looked at by the vet, before I was finally allowed to bring her home. The first few days with her were a bit worrisome because she was very skittish but at the same time very content to stay curled up in my arms or in my lap when I would pick her up. I am happy to report that she has now been with us for just over 7 months and is very sweet. She loves to cuddle up next to/on me. She is a purring machine and, surprisingly, has many of the traits that my boyfriend and I were originally looking for in a dog. She chases her tail from time to time, gives kisses, loves to play fetch and catch, meets me at the door most days when I come home from work and almost always follows me when I leave the room. In addition,  she is the softest cat I have ever felt (we're talking bunny soft) and isn't afraid of the water (I have given her a few baths). We named our little kitten Midna (yes, another Zelda name)...I realize this makes me a complete nerd but the name truly suits her. Midna is the Twilight princess in one of the Zelda games and for the majority of the game is trapped in the form of a cute imp. Needless to say I love her and she seems happy. She brings joy to our little apartment and is always a great source of entertainment. Anyhoo...that was quite a long story. Sorry about that. Haha! But if you made it through the entire thing congrats and thank you!

Here are a few picture of Midna

Kitten Play Time!

Cookies!

Cooking is something I have always loved doing. Ever since I was a kid I would grab ingredients off the shelf and spend hours with my younger brother creating, what we considered at the time, masterpieces. Now that we are grown, my parents have informed us that our concoctions were not as delicious, or even as edible, as we saw them to be in our child-minds. However, years of practice have allowed me to hone my skill and although I still have a long way to go, I have to say that I can make some pretty delicious food. I tend to put things together that sound good to me and luckily, most of the time, my efforts end in a delicious pay off. I'm far from perfect though so I have had my fair share of disastrous attempts.

My most recent creation is something I like to call, Sweet Caroline's Relatively Healthy Coconut Heath Bar Oatmeal Cookies! The name is quite a mouthful but at least it is a tasty mouthful. The recipe is "relatively healthy" because I've substituted coconut oil for butter. They are however loaded with heath bar crumbles and brown sugar...I figure a cookie is a cookie and if it happens to be a little bit healthier then great...Everyone needs to live a little and for me (the princess of butter...yes I could rival Paula Dean but I wouldn't dare) this is about as healthy as I get when it comes to desserts.

This recipe yields approximately 15 cookies

 

What You Need:

3/4 cups packed brown sugar

1/2  cup coconut oil

1/2 teaspoon vanilla

1 egg white

1 cup quick-cooking oats

3/4 cups Gold Medal® all-purpose or unbleached flour

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1/8 teaspoon salt

1/2 cup heath bar crumbles  

1/2 cup shredded coconut 

What You Do: 

 Heat oven to 345°F. 

 In large bowl, stir brown sugar and coconut oil until blended. Stir in vanilla and egg. Stir in oats, flour, baking soda and salt; stir in heath bar crumbles and coconut.

 Onto un-greased cookie sheet, drop dough by rounded tablespoonfuls about 2 inches apart. 

 Bake approx. 10 to 12 minutes or until golden brown. Cool slightly; remove from cookie sheet to wire rack (or onto some wax paper)

 Feel free to drizzle some melted semi-sweet chocolate on your cookies for a little added punch!

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