Gallo Pinto

I lived in Costa Rica for a year in 2007-08. I did a home stay with a family for school. Every morning, unless busy or at work, my host mother would make me a big breakfast. It was gallo pinto, toast with butter, eggs, and fresh pineapple. I usually had water or strawberry juice to go with it.

Costa Rica made me step out of my food comfort zone. I, until then, wouldn’t eat peppers and onions. I also had a lot of weird eating habits- I would wipe down meat that was covered in sauce. I’m still not a fan of sauce but I’m not that extreme anymore. I also tried pesto for the first time at this great restaurant too.

So whenever I miss Costa Rica or just want an easy dish I make gallo pinto.



My Own Private Burger

I had a hunger for some meat. Now usually I would just eat some chicken but it was late, the chicken was in the freezer. And I wanted something fast. Enter burgers! I did not make them but bought them, they were on sale because of the footballs game. I also had hot dogs but no buns.

I sauteed some onion. Added some cheese and BAM: dinner. However my body reminded me that sometimes beef is a no go…


Birthday, extended

So every year I get coupons from different restaurants for a free entree for my birthday. I try to use every one but it gets hard- time limits and going out to much. I never really ate by myself until I moved. Now it seems as normal and easy as going to the movies alone. My many feasts:


Father’s Day

So I didn’t spend Father’s Day with my dad, I spent it was my grandpa. It’s weird because my grandma wasn’t around to complain about Polish food- which she doesn’t like. But we went to the Polish restaurant, named Krakowiak, like always. I decided to try something new too. It wasn’t a big crowd- my two aunts, my mom and me.

I got the goulash with potato pancakes, I usually get the pierogi. And for dessert I got the sweet cheese blintzes which are my favorite. I use to make them at home. I gave my cucumber¬† salad to my aunt. I can eat cucumber but I’m not really a fan of it.


More Toast…

I made home fries with the leftover home fries. When I was younger my dad would do a big Southern breakfast. My step-mom would go to church while the rest of us slept in and my dad cooked. He’d make waffle, pancakes, home fries, hash browns, bacon, sausage and eggs. He’d have a whole spread and everyone would come down to eat.

I guess I don’t get why place list home fries but it’s just potato. It’s so annoying. Home fries should have peppers and onions and be flavored. So I doctored these up to remind me of Sunday morning breakfast.


Wedding in Nowhere USA

So a friend of a friend, who we both went to high school with, got married. In was in PA where the nearest town was an hour from our hotel- the ceremony was an hour away and the reception a hour away from the ceremony which was an hour away from our hotel. The roads barely had street lights or traffic lights. They were not something I was use to driving on- there were a lot of winding roads.

The wedding was nice, the day before had been rainy. The bride was beautiful and the music was great. The food was good too. They had a table with a huge pile of antipasto- which I couldn’t really eat. I’m not a fan of salami.¬† They did have a buffet of pasta though. There were five different types of pasta, veal and cod. I don’t eat cod or veal so I stuck to the pasta. There was gnocchi in a vodka sauce and stuff ravioli (two types), a garlic sauce with noddles and some vegetable dish. There were also some really good cocktails. It was a very Italian wedding.

The wedding cake was huge, and the portions matched- we were able to take some food home there was too much. Besides the cake there was ice-cream and chocolate lava cake. They had a gluten free options because someone was allergic.

Our hotel also had breakfast in the morning. They had a nice spread of things, you could make your own waffle if you wanted. There was also pancakes and eggs along with cereal, yogurt, and fruit.

Photo Jun 25, 09 42 00


I met up with Rosie and Marc to go to a diner in Red Bank. Toast now stand where the Red Bank Diner use to be. I have so many fond memories of the Red Bank Diner. Toast is great too though. We have a running theory that they’ll never hire an unattractive person- seriously all the staff are solid eights and higher.

I got pancakes, eggs, and home fries. The eggs were not runny or wet. I hate runny or wet eggs. It just grosses me out for some reason.¬† I wasn’t able to finish everything. I took the home fries for another day.