Stuffed Peppers

Have I ever mentioned that I love peppers? Green, red, yellow? Doesn't matter. I like to eat them all. So Mom got this idea that if she took something I love and made it into something else, I'd love that too. She's silly isn't she?

The first thing she did to defile my precious peppers was drop them in boiling water. They still look normal but they weren't crunchy anymore. Don't worry, I squeezed them myself when I thought she wasn't looking. I have to be sure.

Then she filled them with meat, beans and keen-wah. WHAT IS GOING ON?! She wasn't picking up on my subtle hints that she was RUINING the peppers. The recipe even told her to use brown rice and she used keen-wah instead. I think I totally would have been on board with brown rice. After they cooked covered for a while, she took them out and put cheese on them.

And they went back in the oven for a few minutes to melt the cheese. By this time the girl was getting really upset. She was tired and hungry. Who can blame that poor kid. She was waiting forever!

I ate a bunch of sliced up raw pepper and then gave mom all kinds of shade about her trying to make me eat a trumped up version of a pepper.

And even though the girl spent the first twenty minutes of dinner crying and thrashing in her high chair, she eventually sat on Mom's lap and ate her entire plate. She must have been delirious.

Anyway this is not Pete approved, but the girl and mom sure seemed to like it.

You can make it here, if you also like to ruin a perfectly good pepper.

Eggplant Parm

I have this new deal. Right before dinner when the table is getting set, I like to loudly proclaim that I am going to eat all my food. This has no relation whatsoever as to what happens after we sit down to dinner. I just like saying it. Mom says, "You keep saying these words. I don't think it means what you think it means," in this funny accent. She's so weird.

So apparently this dinner got assembled after I was in bed the night before. There's a pattern here that is developing that involves cutting me out of the food assembly process and I don't like it one bit.

I mean, who even sampled this cheese before it was spread on my dinner? Not me. How can we trust that it's real cheese.

The girl ate some of hers.

Wait, what's that you're asking me? There's no picture of me eating this? That's right... there's no picture of it. That's because you can't take a picture of something that didn't happen. I didn't eat it. I didn't like it. (I know I didn't taste it, but I could tell by looking at it that I didn't like it).



So folks, this one was a dud. But if you have a Daddy that will ask for seconds like mine did, you can find the recipe here.

CUPCAKES!!

Do you really need me to write an entire blog post about how great cupcakes are? They are great. They are wonderful. And they don't need icing. I insisted on no icing on my cupcakes. So Mom said that was crazy, but okay. Here are a bunch of photos of me and the girl eating delicious chocolate cupcakes.

We had fun. And in case you don't believe that I liked them so much, here's a picture of me eating them on a completely different day.

Suns out, guns out. Ammiright? I got to help make these so the end result was satisfying for a hard days work. At one point, I may have jumped off a stool and grabbed Mommy's arm on the way down causing her to have a massive overflow on one of the cupcakes. She was not amused. But, she still let me eat all these great cupcakes. So we're still friends.

Mom said something about Martha being queen and I've never met the woman but she makes a mean cupcake. You can make your own here.

OF COURSE IT'S APPROVED!

Goulash (One Pan Saucy Hungarian Red Potato Goulash)

Isn't Goulash just a super fun word to say? I ran around the house yelling it after Mom said this is what we were having.

Mom cut the sausage into tiny disks and then foolishly left it near the edge of the counter where I could reach them and then eat two for every one I gave to the girl. So the end product was good but could have used more sausage. I think Mom should have planned for some of it to get lost while cooking.

When it's on the stove I don't get to touch it. It's too hot, but I did request to get picked up and look at it a few times. And sometimes the lid was on, but that's okay I just demanded the lid be removed so I could see the potatoes cooking.

Although I requested to eat some of the sliced raw potato, I wasn't too keen on eating the finished product potatoes (I did eventually but only after I was assured there was no more sausage to be had).

See that's Dad saying there is no more sausage.

The girl ate it all with her fingers and then refused to let me eat her sausage. She didn't seem to want to eat the potatoes either.

We hugged it out afterwards.

Anyway, this was delicious and Pete approved. Click here to make it yourself.

Hamburger Enchiladas

Remember when we had chicken enchiladas? Yeah, me too. Those were delicious. I didn't have the same warm feeling about these, even though mom told me they had hamburger in them. If there is so much hamburger, what are those little green things? It suspiciously looks like a vegetable. Apparently the recipe said that no one would notice all that keeny, but I did notice. And when Mom pulls a fast one on me like that, I get real suspicious. Plus, I didn't even get to help make any of this so how do I know it's not tainted.

So despite liking hamburger and cheese, two main ingredients in this one, I didn't want to eat any of it.

The girl was going to eat hers but when she noticed I wasn't going to eat mine she stopped. And hey, she had a blueberry to eat. Why couldn't I have a blueberry? Yeah sure I found that on the floor and put it on her tray, but I want one too, from the refrigerator. I was told no.

Whoops Mom forgot to take a picture of the finished product but here you go, it's a photo of some eaten stuff. Dad ate all his but he didn't ask for seconds. Looks like Mom is the only one that liked this one, which she says is too bad because it means we won't likely have it again.

Click here if you want to experiment on your own family.

Not approved

Chicken (Asian Salmon)

Sometimes I eat stuff for dinner and my mom acts like the world has stopped spinning. Hey lady, I eat you know. And then she starts snapping photos of me eating like she's on a jungle safari or something. Seriously.

See, she didn't even take the time to make this look appetizing for the photo. You can see she's already started eating and then realized that I was also eating.

Whoops, what happened in this photo? She really wasn't fast enough.

I was just eating the green peppers anyway. I love those. Then I ate some keen-wah. And that was good too, so I figured, why not go for it and eat this salmon chicken on my plate as well. Remember how I love chicken right? Then, I got in a race to see if I could eat faster than Dad, but I think he let me win because he kept getting up and getting more keen-wah. And anyway, I ate all my food and Dad still had some chicken left on his plate, which he claimed was just scales but that seems like an excuse to me.

The girl ate some too, and seriously what is Mom doing with this kid's hair? That's probably room for another blog.

Anyway, to the surprise of many, this is Pete approved. You can make it yourself here.

Broccoli Pie - (Broccoli Cheddar Quiche)

I guess maybe I've been selling my love of dessert a little too much around here, but it turns out that Mom took that as a telegraph to make a pie out of eggs and broccoli. Have you ever heard something so ridiculous? The things I put up with in this family! If someone could let my Mimi know, I'd be super grateful.

I got confused because when it came out of the oven it really did look like a pie.

But I was suspicious of the green stuff. Not even because I helped use the  chopper to make the broccoli very very small. I even stirred the eggs for this thing and then poured cheese on top without even sneaking any of the cheese to eat myself. (Shhh don't tell Mom but I did actually snag some of the cheese and eat it, but I'm pretty sure she didn't see).

Last time Mom made this she did not use the chopper on the broccoli, which everyone knows is the only real reason to do anything remotely related to broccoli. So that was very silly. But this time the broccoli was super tiny that it made it easier for the girl to eat. Since she doesn't have all her teeth yet.

I tried to slyly move over and eat some of hers when I was finished with mine, but, she's good with blocking. This girl.

Anyway, want to make it yourself? Click here for the recipe.

Pete approved.

Why can't it always be someone's birthday? - Oreo Cheesecake

So I learned this great thing this weekend. My Uncle J was in town and it was his birthday. And that meant he got to have cake! For his birthday!

Did you know cake wasn't just for MY birthday? It's a thing. People get cake on their birthday! People other than me! It's amazing.

So Mom and Aunt H got to making the cake. Uncle J's favorite is Cookies and Cream. I don't know where the cream when, but I loved helping to eat the cookie parts. Mom mashed them up in a container with a sharp twirly thing that I'm also not allowed to touch. Then she measured out a bunch of it and mixed it with butter (I got to press the microwave buttons to melt it!) and then she let me eat the left over cookie crumbs that didn't get mixed with butter! That was amazing even though she said my mouth looked like it "Saw Ron"? I don't know. She's funny.

I thought Mom took a picture of the finished product. She apparently did not. But when I was asked how big of a piece I wanted, I was pretty clear:

It had to be big.

The girl apparently really liked hers. Well she actually didn't get a piece, but ate a lot of Mom's. So that means Mom is cool with sharing her cake. I didn't know that, but I won't forget to ask again.

And well that's pretty much the best thing that happened this weekend. We ate cake. And I was so happy about it, I even hugged the girl. Make yourself happy too and click here for the recipe. (Don't go thinking Mom's looked like the one in this picture. It tasted amazing but no way it looked like that.)

Okay okay, I let her hug me.

Pete approved.

Sloppy Joes - Slop Sloppy Joes

For some reason, after I asked Mom what we were having for dinner tonight she started singing a song that went something like, "Sloppy Joe, slop, sloppy Joe." I have no idea what that means, but she finally came clean and said we were having Sloppy Joes. I'm pretty sure Dad said they are named after my Uncle Joey.

Ahem, not broccoli. She didn't tell me broccoli was involved.

I'm not sure what's so sloppy about it. My plate looked just like every other time I've eaten something, so she must have been mistaken.

I loudly proclaimed that I would be eating ALL my food when it was set in front of me. But after a few bites I was full. Look at the size of that bun.

The bun was actually pretty delicious. We got to go to the grocery store on our way home from school which never happens even though EVERY TIME we drive by it I point and yell "THERE'S THE GROCERY STORE!" You would think this lady would stop every now and then, but nope.

The best part of our grocery store is that kids get a cookie when we go in. And they had a cart with steering wheels so both the girl and I could sit together while Mom pushed us around. The girl thought it was hilarious. Anyway, we went to the grocery store and got the buns for dinner. They were real fresh. So fresh, I pinched one all up while it was still in the bag. Mom was not a big fan of that.

Anyway, I liked Sloppy Joes. Even when it fell on my pants.

You can find the recipe here.

And even though it was super wet outside from rain, we ate Popsicles! Naturally.

Pete Approved.