Posts tagged ‘Charity’

November 18th, 2011

On a cold Movember’s night….

by Chrissy

…we bring you good tidings and mustache cookies.

 

It’s the month of Movember and mustaches are in the air.

What are you doing to support the men in our lives? How about some Mustache Cookies-on-a-Stick for Charity?

Homemade cookie cutters, made from recycled soda cans. Since I don’t really drink soda, I may have had to go trash can rummaging in my office.

Don’t look at me like that, I did it for the kids… errr, I mean the men.

Mustache shaped sugar cookies are delicious by themselves, but with semi-sweet chocolate icing or royal icing with tosted coconut on top, they are even better.

Why?

One awesome event tonight at Shaper Studios to raise money for the Movember Foundation. These guys are rad, and so are these ‘stache cookies!

A full post of the event and of course the mustache cookie mayhem are coming soon. We have been stuck in the kitchen rather than in front of the computer, which isn’t always a bad thing, so please accept our apologies for the recent lack in recipe posting.

From the Little Yellow Kitchen,

Chrissy

November 11th, 2011

11.11.11 Isn’t Just for Wishing

by Chrissy

I am sure some people will be up to no good today, doing something wild, and crazy, just because of the rare tri-eleven date. Or it being Veteran’s Day, many people will have a relaxing day off from life’s monotonous obligations [work, school…eh hem]. Or possibly, some people will have a remarkable day planned to do something spontaneous. And I am sure some people will spend all day making wishes. But I will be doing what I have always done on the 11th day in November. I will be gathering with my 5 siblings and loving mother as we mecca to the peaceful cemetery where my father was buried, 16 years ago.

“He went to Heaven to be with Jesus,” as my mom told me when I was just 7 years old, almost 8. I was such a big girl. I was away at Girl Scout camp when it happened, and firmly resisted going home early. You see, we had just spent ALL day long helping to prepare a Thanksgiving dinner; I was in charge of the pumpkin pies. Even as I received that earth-shaking, life-shattering phone call, I swept away the tears that were welling up in my blue eyes, took a deep breath, and marched right into the kitchen to check on the pies.

I bet you are wondering why in the world I didn’t just curl up in a ball and let the world disappear. Simple. God was in control. I knew, even then, that everything would be alright. I knew that life would roll on. More importantly, I knew that I had just spent all day preparing a feast and I certainly would not let all that time spent pinching the pie-crust edges, go to waste.

Apparently, food rocked my world, even then.

As the leaders urged me to go be with  my family as the news pervaded the troop, I remained recalcitrant; it was obvious to me that I had plenty of time to morn, grieve, and heal. So why leave when the scent of a savory meal wafted through the cabin? Yea, I told my mom that she could pick me up tomorrow. I was given the honor of having the first taste of turkey, too.

      

16 short years ago, this precious memory stills remains dear to me. We don’t often choose the most prominent memories that we possess; maybe secretly, I knew that I was a foodie, hence the need to follow through with my feast. I’m no quitter!

 

I think this is making me sound like I was a fat kid. Believe me, I was the skinniest child; I could sign my metabolism up for the varsity track team, it was that fast.

 

Anyways, let me get to the good stuff. Here are some awesome pictures of my family’s previous November 11th celebrations. They should probably be submitted to AwkwardFamilyPhotos.com or something.

 

Looks like we have a lion’s mane or blafro (blonde afro) headlining this photo.

Check out Zoolander in the white. He is posing with the infamous “Blue Steel” look. Not completely sure where the gothlic-looking girl came from. Apparently, I was storing up for the winter–check out those cheeks! I really have nothing to say about Brian, in the front…”Whazzup braaa, I’m just catchin’ some rays with my gangsta bandana which is holding down my Justin Bieber hair.”

Myspace Pic! …No actually this is quite precious. My mom and I used to meet at my dad’s grave on occasion since my high school and her office were within walking distance. Yea, we played hooky sometimes, for the greater cause.

Mom’s taking a quick power nap on my shoulder. Brian is doing the jig really quickly. Totally normal.

I absolutely had to include this. The picture is already awkward enough, let along the awkward angle. I would just like to point out the cute couple in the background, gathering in a respectful manner. Then look at the foreground; a gaggle of hooligans laughing, goofing off, and most likely running around playing “tag” just seconds prior. Yes, the perfect juxtaposition. 

Ok, so I had to end with a good one. (this is a good one, right?)

Lastly, I leave you with this beautiful poem written by my older brother, Paul.

In Loving Memory of Thomas Paul Morris, who met his Maker on November 11, 1995.

To find learn more about ALS (Lou Gehrig’s disease): click here.

To support the search for a cure: donate here.

From the Little Yellow Kitchen,

Chrissy

September 21st, 2011

Ferragosto 2011: Recap of Food and Fun

by Chrissy

Ferragosto: “A night were everyone’s Italian”

Hmm, great motto, but I think this one better fits our experience: “a place where everyone can dress in extravagant costume, sip on wine while preparing for your best auctioneering, and meanwhile, eating yourself silly.”

 

My friend Carrie and I did the latter, of course. Stuffing our faces is what we do best.

After visiting the Banco San Marco, we exchanged our real money for fake Euros and sipped on wine.

We checked out the great auction items, but once we turned out our empty pockets, we realized that participating wasn’t a viable option.

We didn’t dress in themed costumes such as these—

—but we did wear beautifully decorated masks, that were definitely the most unique pieces there!

Carrie, the awesome artist that she is, crafted these masks to match our personalities, as well as our outfits. [See below for a quick DIY: Mask Crafting]

The entertainment was fantastic.

As you can tell, we are very entertained.

The decor was delightful.

Now, let’s start the Ferragosto culinary journey. Here was our ticket.

Craft and Commerce: Fried polenta with crispy sage and a tangy-sweet blackberry sauce that tied it all together. This appetizer was unlike any other. It was so creative, and had great flavor.

Fig Tree Cafe:

I think if I ate this bread alone I would be happy. The freshly made focaccia could be served alone and no one would even know if they were missing out on the sandwich toppings inside.

 I L-o-v-e Fig Tree Café! They have a “farm to plate” menu, and the freshness of their dishes really stand out. Not to mention, the PB location is a few strides out my front door.

Mona Lisa provided the crowd with some tasty meats and cheeses.

Vigilucci’s Seafood Stuffed Artichoke: the presentation was lovely!

Solare’s Fregola: Funny story here, I had mistaken the name of this dish for the name Fragola, instead. Well, the Italian fragola, means strawberry, where Fregola is the name for a larger cous cous-like grain. Anywho–it was to die for. I ate two of them.

Salmon Tartare with Golden Beats:

A lovely pasta dish.

Davanti Enoteaca’s Polenta and Tender Pork:

Holy creamy polenta goodness from heaven above! 

I have never in my life tasty such decadence. The slow cooked pork just melted in my mouth, blending perfectly with it’s creamy counterpart: the mascarpone polenta.

Carrie and I couldn’t even use words to describe what we were tasting; but instead, a simple look of sheer joy was exchanged as we went in for a second spoonful.

Excuse the effusive description… Go to Davanti, and you will understand.

Tre Porcellini: Sage Gnocchi. As a gnocchi connoisseur, I’d say this dish was right up there with the best.

The Busalacchi Restaurants treated us to this insanely tasty pork.

All that roasting and toasting for this juicy hunk of meat!

Bencotto’s homemade pink sauce was too good to pass up. So fresh and had great flavor.

Osso bucco & Polenta:

This bone-in tender and juicy meat was served atop a tasty polenta that was slightly more textured than the last. These bamboo serving dishes gave a fashionable presentation.

There is always room for dessert. Especially if that dessert happens to be cinnamon sugar crepes...

 

…or a CANNOLI!

Oh, the cannoli’s… these were no ordinary cannoli’s, no. These cream-filled pastries could put an end to war.  I couldn’t be more serious.

Although, the war in my belly that I was feeling right about then is probably the only type of war that these cannoli’s worsened. Rightfully, so; tonight marks the night I officially ate myself sick. The food baby I was carrying could have been easily mistaken for a real one. How embarrassing.

 

No crumb left behind. That was my motto, and Carrie can attest to the reverence of such a motto.

 Here’s a quick DIY for you:

Buy a plain white mask at the craft store, along with paint, glue, glitter, rhinestones, ribbon, and other crafty decor to match. With an X-Acto knife, cut down the mask to the preferred facial fit. Paint the outside and let dry. Then bejewel and decorate to your hearts’ content! Secure ribbons on both sides to be able to secure the mask on the head.

Time to party!

 

From the Little Yellow Kitchen,

Chrissy

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