Stuffed Acorn Squash

Oh man, Mom's march to cozy comfort food continues. Hey, I'm all for comfort food. Ever heard of mac-n-cheese? That's comfort food. But for some reason, it keeps getting left off the menu, unless Daddy is out of town and then we get mac-n-cheese and Mommy's dinner comes in a glass with a long stem.

So I was super skeptical when Mom stuffed dinner into a squash. I did enjoy scraping out the seeds of this one. But when it was done, hmmm.... this looks interesting. And that means ultimately that I am NOT going to be eating it. I know I know I say I'm going to try it, but well, I don't know what any of this stuff is.

Even when mom took it out of the squash and just gave me the sausage and apple part. With a roll. I ate some of the roll and declared myself full.

The girl tried it. Mom called her brave and said she did a good job. That's laying it on a little thick mom. I wasn't scared of it, I just didn't want to try any of it because I was afraid it would kill me. Totally different thing.

Mom says the good thing about it is if you leave out the bread crumbs and cheese it becomes "Whole30" approved? Whatever, it's Whole Pete not approved.

Anyway, this is not Pete approved, which I guess is unfair since I didn't even try it. But honestly, it's too scary to contemplate trying.

If you want to make it, you can try it here: there's a fun video to watch of the food being made. And that's nice because any opportunity to watch TV that doesn't cost me a TV ticket is much appreciated.

Unstuffed Cabbage

Welcome November. That means Mom is going to get out her crock pot and experiment on all those things she's been "pinning" all summer long. What this really means is that in the morning when Mom should be getting my breakfast, or turning on the TV for me (we can talk about PJ Masks later), or getting me a drink, or otherwise paying attention to ME, she's busy putting stuff in the crockpot for dinner.

This time, mom took some perfectly good hamburger (ground turkey) and plopped it in the crock pot with a bunch of cabbage and some tomatoes. I know I know I love tomatoes, but when they come out of a can I get really skeptical. What were they doing in there? Who put them in there? What do they taste like now? You have to EXPLAIN!

Well despite my skepticism, I actually ate some of this. What? It's November, a guy likes to be cozy. I'm not actually sure what cabbage is so I ate that too. It's what? A vegetable??!! Stop playing.

And the girl? Well.... She's still working on that fork thing.

If you'd like to get cozy like Mom, click here for the recipe. It's surprisingly Pete approved.

Lightened Up Slow Cooker Indian Butter Chicken

So fun fact, my mom loves everything about fall. She loves the leaves changing color, she loves the cooler temperature. She loves using her crock pot. She loves fall. So when fall came along, seems like Mom may have started forgetting to take pictures of us eating her experiments. Not that she wasn't still making them. I'm pretty sure MiMi's mac-n-cheese care packages are getting lost, because no way she would leave me in this health kick wasteland right?

So bear with me as we enter the time machine to go back to Mid-September when we had guests, which you know means Mom is going to try to get fancy and impress people. Which usually means she's going ethnic. This time around she made Chicken, which is a good thing, but it was covered in some kind of sauce which made it look not like chicken.

It was all shredded up, which I usually think means tacos. But not this night.

But, since she stuck me and the girl at the little table of shame, I felt like I could pretty much eat however I wanted, and not get yelled at.

So I started with broccoli. Broccoli pretty much always looks like broccoli. So it's always safe to start with. But you have to be careful and not tell Mom or Dad that you are hungry after you've finished just your broccoli, because then they say you can finish the rest of the stuff on your plate. Good grief.

I did end up eating some of the chicken. It was okay but not the best chicken I ever had. The girl ate it up. She doesn't seem to get that we can refuse to eat it and then cry later. I'll get through to her eventually.

In any event, right now, dinner is great because when we are done I get to have a piece of my hard-earned Halloween candy that is all mine and Mom and Dad would never ever eat ever.

If you want to make vaguely chicken looking chicken, click here for the recipe. It's Pete approved.

Shrimp and Grits

Since we live in the South now, Mom thought she would make something for Mimi that was authentically southern. My vote was for fried chicken, or barbecue, but since I didn't actually vote ahead of time and instead voiced my opinion after dinner was served, it looks like I was overruled. I blame Mom for not anticipating my needs.

So here it what Mom made - shrimp and grits.  The grits part I don't really understand, but they had some cheese in them and Mom said they were basically like Mac-N-Cheese.I was seriously dubious about this meal.

She was wrong about them being like Mac-N-Cheese, but I ate them anyway, after my broccoli was gone.

And hey, they were actually pretty good. Mom said she didn't stick with all the cream that had to go into the recipe and used milk instead. I'm not the one in this house watching calories, but I'm also not the one doing the cooking so I guess it's fine.

Here's the girl making a face at Mimi. She liked the grits part, but she kept trying the shrimp over and over and I think it was too spicy for her. She must have been hungry to think that each new bite of shrimp wouldn't be spicy. Me, I don't go for that kind of nonsense and instead stuck to eating just the grits.

So the grits are approved and if you'd like to make the shrimp part to go with it, I can't stop you. Click here for the recipe.

Loaded Baked Potato Keesh

When is enough, enough? Probably when your mom keeps making keesh even though you don't eat it (see here and here). This time, my Mimi was in town and I thought we'd be safe with her because she makes excellent dinner choices evidenced by her bringing me a gift of matchbox cars and M&M's (this lady just gets me).

But no, mom made a keesh again. This time she said it was a "Loaded Baked Potato" keesh. I'm not sure why that makes it better since I'm certain I wouldn't like a baked potato anyway, although it is funny to listen to Mimi say "bodado".

 As you can see above, it also involved ham being inside. Mom put out some extra bacon bits for everyone to put on top, but I'm pretty sure those were just meant for me. At least after I ate them all no one seemed too upset that they were all gone, except maybe Daddy, but that guy eats just about everything so he'll probably get over it.

See, those are all my bacon bits transferred to my plate before anyone else could eat them. The trick is that if I put them on my plate and then eat those, my plate looks more empty than before and then Mom thinks I've eaten something and will allow me to have the M&Ms Mimi brought for me. Aren't I a genius!?

The girl hasn't figured this step out yet. So she actually ate some of her keesh. What. A. Chump. Plus, she got to sit next to Mimi so you know Mimi would have covered for her if she didn't want to eat anything. I try to teach her these things, but if she's not even willing to help herself then I can't really do anything for her.

Anyway, only the bacon part of this is approved. If you'd like to make it yourself, click here.

Chicken Again! - PB2 Slow Cooker Thai Chicken

Every now and then something comes along that makes my mom get all giddy and excited. She tells people about it and gets excited when the want to talk about it. For some reason right now she's excited about peanut butter that is powdery? I don't get it. peanut butter is perfectly fine as it is, but for some reason she thinks this is great.

The only real upside for me is that Mom has been putting the peanut butter powder in her protein drinks, and usually she tells me I can't drink any of it, but if I pretend I'm interested in the peanut butter powder, well then that's a whole new story and she lets me have a drink.

So I shouldn't have been surprised when the new favorite of my mom's started turning up in our dinner recipes.

This is a photo of Mom's plate. She doesn't let herself has as much rice as we get, so you can't really see it under her chicken. She said the chicken looked a bit like dog food - she was supposed to crush up some peanuts to put on top which would have assisted in de-dogfooding it a bit, but I didn't mind. I actually really liked this.

I didn't even just eat the rice this time around. I ate the noodles too. Daddy said something about them being made with zucchini, but I don't see how that's true since noodles are not made with zucchini, everyone knows that. I ate them happily. It was a good peanut butter flavor, I'm not sure what happened to the powder.

Even the girl ate it.

So give it a shot. Pete approved. You can find the recipe here.

Sausage and Green Beans

Folks, there are few foods more perfectly formed in this world than sausage. It's like someone took the tasty bits of the meat and put it in a tube for us to enjoy - I'm sure it is amazing to watch it being made. Maybe I'll ask Mom to take me to a sausage factory soon. Anyway, I've talked to you about smoked sausage before (see here). And even though it was soooooo long ago, I still love it. And the girl loves it too. So we tried to eat all the sausage before it went into the pot, but Mom was on to our game. Wait, what? She's telling me it was TURKEY sausage? I feel lied to, I feel... eh, I don't care it was still delicious.

Sorry this is not the way it was supposed to look in a plate, but admittedly, Mom was dodging my hands as I tried to grab the sausage off her plate.

I think when we've had this before Mom used white potatoes, but she read somewhere that sweet potatoes are better for you or something. It doesn't really matter because it's not like I ate the potatoes anyway. I'm here for the sausage you know?

I did eventually eat some of the green beans too. I'm a worldly type of guy you know. I can eat green beans. Plus, I was assured that there was no more sausage to be had.

Even the girl ate some of her green beans. Don't mind those goldfish on her tray, those are probably mine, or at least I determined they were mine once I saw them and leaned all the way across the table to grab them.

I almost knocked over Mom's glass of what she calls "Mommy grapejuice" but she acted like I was about to spill liquid gold all over the table. Sheesh, I was just trying to get MY goldfish. Sheesh.

The sausage part of this one is approved.

You can make it here, even if you want to try to trick your family by using turkey sausage and sweet potatoes.