Eat This – Momma’s Effin’ Cocktailed-Up Sangria

Momma loves a good Sangria … it’s fizzy and fuzzy and fruity and lots of other “F” words. But, according to my friend who claims to be a gourmet chef, sangria is hard to make. (Just because your macaroni doesn’t come from a blue box doesn’t mean you’re gourmet, but that’s just my blue-box’ed opinion.) She says you need a bunch of different kinds of expensive liquor and pure cane sugar flown into the mainland by homing Toucans, and it needs to sit in your fridge melding for days on end.

I cry Bullshit. If you can’t drink a drink as soon as it’s mixed, it just ain’t worth it. So, here ya go:

  • 3 (three) bottles of any kind of cheap red wine. The cheaper the better, I always say!
  • 1 (one) liter bottle of 7-up. Why 7-up? It’s the cheapest!
  • 1 can of crushed pineapple. Do not drain it.
  • 1 can fruit cocktail. Again, don’t drain this goodness.
  • 3 – 4 oranges, thinly sliced

In a big ol’ jar—think big…maybe even a sun-tea jar, y’all!—pour in two (2) of the bottles of cheap red wine, the bottle of 7-up, the can of pineapple, the can of fruit cocktail and the slices of oranges. Stir it up real good with a ladle.

And you know what? It’s good to drink now. Right now. Just pop some ice in a plastic cup that you brought home from the BBQ joint, scoop some sangria right in there, swirl it around some and drink up. This will store in the fridge for a few days, if you don’t drink it up first.

And if that snooty, gourmet friend of yours ever shows up, just give her a glass from that third bottle of cheap-ass red wine. You will not want to share this Cocktailed-Up Sangria.

 

Heather Davis

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EAT THIS: Thanksgiving Leftovers Faux-Pie – Heather Davis

Fake Pot Pie with Hard Core Mashed Potatoes

The day after Thanksgiving always throws me for a loop. I mean I just spent approximately fourty-two friggin’ hours cooking a meal that takes approximately thirteen minutes to devour but will set out for six hours until it’s picked plum apart. The day after Thanksgiving, then, someone will inevitably say, “Let’s have leftovers.” Ahhh, hell no. We ate the leftovers at about ten thirty last night, and it’s a wonder anyone is even still hungry considering we had enough to feed a squadron of army dudes and actually only had ten people at the meal.

But, eaters be eatin’ and you’ll need to have something to feed them. Here’s my fool-proof plan to earn a spot in the “Day-After-Thanksgiving-Hall-Of-Fame.”

Here’s what you’ll need:

  • 2 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
  • 2 cans of turkey gravy (yes cans… you want real gravy, make it yourself)
  • 1 can of mixed vegetables
  • 1 c shredded cheese
  • 2 frozen pie crusts
  • 3 large potatoes
  • ¾ c half and half
  • ½ c butter
  • salt
  • pepper

Two weeks before Thanksgiving, boil two chicken breasts. Add salt and pepper. When the chicken is done, remove it from the broth and add more water. [Read more...]

Eat This! Show Me The Money! Lemonade Pie

lemon pie

My sweet little baby decided she wanted to have a lemonade stand. We live close to the corner, so I was convinced that with her sweet face and my knock-off brand of powdered lemonade, she’d totally rake in the dough. She sat out in the heat for hours (and not just because I told her to not come home until she recouped my $1.75 investment). No one stopped. Not one single grandmotherly-type figure. I know the economy is bad, but c’mon! She’s cute enough to warrant a 50 cent cup of watered-down lemonade.

I walked to the corner where her little table with the crayon sign was set up and saw the issue: The sisters in the block before ours had their own stand. AND? They had their baby brother strapped in his stroller for curb appeal. Oh hellz no. This would not work. No one steals my baby’s lemonade traffic. We would be back tomorrow, and we would be ready to dominate. Three letters, my friends: P I E. [Read more...]

Perfect Unimaginably Lazy Cuisine – Noa Gavin

It’s long been thought that either people can or can’t cook. Either you have a natural flair for the culinary arts and know exactly what spices to use, or you burn everything in sight.

There’s no in-between in this logic, and I defy that by existing today and not having wasted away into starvation long ago.

In fact, that grey cooking area is vast and full of questionable food, because some people are just too lazy to cook things properly. It’s not that you don’t know how to cook well or eat every meal out—it’s that you don’t care enough to make a huge meal every day for…yourself.

I am that woman. Share in my apathy, won’t you?

 

Poached-Ass Eggs

  • Get out an egg
  • Put that bitch in a bowl, shell and all
  • Nuke it for 2 minutes.
  • DONE. [Read more...]

Cheeeken in a Can and Butter Cookies

BITE ME! Food and Whine on FnS

My mother was a fancy lady. She never cooked, nor cleaned, nor kept up a home. She had grown up in South America, with “servants.” That’s the word she used for the help they had around her house. They had a servant for bed making, sweeping, cooking, market shopping, and small child watching. They even had one to feed my older sister’s pet howler monkey.

When she moved to the United States, that all had to stop. No maids here, but at least there were appliances. Still, the shock of do-it-yourself life along with the unwilling attitude on her part to have to learn how to do for herself, birthed a lot of meal time horror stories.

She couldn’t cook worth a lick. [Read more...]

Keeping It Real – Like the Pioneer Woman

A Pioneer Woman Parody by Heather Davis.


On Saturday mornings, when we raise our heads at the crack of dawn (or about 3 hours afterwards), we like to have a nice family breakfast (when we’re lucky enough to have all the ingredients together – otherwise it’s each man for himself!). We start with gathering the eggs. Expiration dates? Did you know there are expiration dates on eggs? Really? You did? I had no clue. But I say, screw it! They’re pasteurized, right? Besides, if I get sick, the stay in the hospital will be a nice break … I’m just keeping it real, here!

sausage
Lucky us! We found some sausage! The expiration date is very important on sausage; however, it was on the part of the package that is no longer with the sausage. There were no fumes or green tints, so we used it.  This sausage is not organic or freshly ground.  I don’t believe in actually making my own sausage. I do believe in buying the cheapest, fattiest sausage I can find at Hellmart, which I live just down the street from.  I’m just keeping it real here! [Read more...]

FnS Hot Shit Cinco De Mayo Salsa

cincodemayosalsa
Eat This! on Funny not Slutty – Real recipes, made real funny.
by Heather Davis

I would really like to be one of those chicks who gardens all spring and summer long and shares her bounty with neighbors and starving children. But, I’m not. I grow dandelion trees. Trees. And you can’t eat dandelion trees. Or at least I’m not going to eat that. Despite my lack of a green thumb, earth-hugging, farmer’s-market rope sandal lifestyle, I do make a really great salsa.

I get all the freshly-grown stuff I need at Hellmart, which gets it from some third-world farming nation paying the farmers three-cents per case of peppers. That’s savings that’s passed on to me. [Read more...]

Eat This! Carrot Cake or Bust

Eat This! on Funny not Slutty – Real recipes, made real funny.
by Heather Davis

I was in, like, total desperate need of a miracle, for sure. I needed my breasts to be bitchin’ and now! Then, heaven sent a miracle to me in the form on John Hughes and his gnarly story of every almost-16 year old in the world. In 16 Candles, Samantha is fraught for her boobal region to expand so she eats carrots in the hopes of her budding bosom developing into big ol’ honkin’ hooters. Well, if Molly Ringwald did it, it must be legit.

I ate carrots like Ms. Pacman ate ghosts. As I’d devour a carrot in the lunchroom, the Preppies would all cheer and congratulate me. “Awesome to the Max!” they’d holler.

One weekend I went to a totally tubular party and watched Fast Times at Ridgemont High. In the movie, Linda and Stacy are eating carrots in their lunchroom. Clearly, natural breast enhancement is universal. Then, Linda advises Stacy to just slide it in. Like, gag me. They’re practicing BJs! Those preps with their up-turned collars and their tight-rolled 504 button-flies weren’t congratulating me; they were laughing at me, duh!

I had to do something, like, totally radical to get my carrots. So, I made carrot cake cupcakes. I sat with the hosers in the school cafeteria. And I’m still a B cup. [Read more...]

Eat This! Give-me-chocolate-or-give-me-death Brownies


Eat This! on Funny not Slutty – Real recipes, made real funny.
by Heather Davis

Every month there comes a time when a woman just wants to be comforted and only chocolate will do. I do not care how totally awesome your new boyfriend is; he will not do. I do not care if your husband held your hair back through 56 weeks of morning sickness; he’s not what you will want. LOOK! Unless it’s that time when YOU need your chocolate, you just won’t get it, so go ahead and shut up and read the recipe! File it away until your Aunt Flow starts knocking on your door then make it. You’re welcome. Geez…

Ingredients

  • 1 pkg large fudge brownie mix
    (No it doesn’t matter what brand. Just grab a box – any box – as long as it is the “large” kind. It might say “family” but you will not be sharing these with your family.)
  • 1 6-oz container vanilla yogurt
    (Trust me: This is not healthy. You will like it.)
  • 1/3 c butter, softened
    (Real butter. Do not think that margarine or canola oil or any of that other pansy-fake-butter-crap will do. It won’t.)
  • 1 t vanilla
    (If any of your super-lucky friends have been to Mexico lately, have them bring you back some Mexican vanilla. And some tequila. And a leather purse – everything’s a steal down there!) [Read more...]

Cooking with KABLOOEY: Why I Owe JennyMac an Apology

JennyMac, of Let’s Have a Cocktail, posts original recipes that sound so good I frequently bookmark them.  In my mind, this shows a lot of homemaker-y effort, and saves me from actually having to shop, cook and clean.   But every once in a while I decide to mangle a recipe (seriously - check out these babies,) and this soup sounded too easy and good to pass up.  My comments, in red, are the culinary equivalent of a cockpit recording from a doomed flight. [Read more...]