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by KitchenRebel on November 4, 2015

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Perhaps one of my biggest life lessons was when I learned I’m not the absolute delight I thought I was.. and if things go wrong or people suck.. its probably my fault.
But, I’m so flawed so I might very well be wrong about all this.. and I am absolutely fucking delightful.

How cute is this?!

by KitchenRebel on November 4, 2015

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by KitchenRebel on September 17, 2015

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Loving someone is delayed pain

You’re eventually going lose them one way or another.

by KitchenRebel on August 18, 2015

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Garlic Butter Potato Stacks

Crispy

Soft

Buttery

Garlicy

I think its impossible to not love these.

 

by KitchenRebel on August 12, 2015

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I hold no grudge, there’s no resentment underneath.

I’ll extend the laurel wreath and we’ll be friends, but right there is where it ends.

I hold no grudge and I’ll forgive you your mistake.

But forgive me if I take it all to heart and make sure that it doesn’t start again.

Yes I’m the kind of people you can step on for a little while.

But when I call it quits, baby that’s it.

I’m the kind of people you can hurt once in a while, but crawling just ain’t my style.

I hold no grudge, deep inside me there’s no regrets.

But a gal who’s been forgotten may forgive, but never once forget.

– Nina Simone

Rustic Olive Bread with Tomato Basil Bisque

by KitchenRebel on August 10, 2015

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This rustic olive bread is THE MOST amazing thing anyone has ever done to bread.

I buy this bread only once or twice a year, because its impossible to not eat at least half a loaf of bread by myself.
And by half a loaf I mean the whole entire loaf.

I used making this Tomato Bisque as an excuse to buy the bread.  His favourite soup with my favourite bread. I had a little soup with my bread.  He had a little bread with his soup. He actually only had one bite of bread and then I ate all the bread on his plate.. while he ate all my soup. Sometimes we have such a symbiotic relationship.

I wish I took more pics of the bread.. but I couldn’t stop eating it when I tried to shoot it.

I think this means I have to buy bread again real soon so that I can take proper pics and do a post on this wonderful rustic olive bread and bakery its from.  I’m doing this for you, my friends.

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Don’t allow men who hate women to define feminism as women who hate men.

Misery

by KitchenRebel on August 7, 2015

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He’d caress you

set heat strokes

strumming the bars on your heart

like a slide guitar

his flame

like music

like wildfires

Pressing the frets

wrapped around your biceps

He beat chords into your blood stream

played you till you bruised

strung like a blues junkie

jammed music through your circulation

just to get high off his inspiration

told you he’d

make you his drug

inject you to love tunes pulsating in his nerves

used you like a fresh needle

His game as fluid as the blood in his veins

You were his temporary fix

A woman he dropped like a dirty syringe

Questions marks chiseled the frost in your heart

Never told you why he left

just knew why pain pulsed inside you

When hearts break

it just needs a tune it can ache to

he left with steel strings

ripped across your sternum

no music to stroke your highs

Rest beats stilled your blood

His silence made you itch

scratches mimicked the strum of a guitar

fiend for closure

But never got any of it

Rage was never honest

just pulled the smile from your face to

inflame the ammo in your sockets

Misery

your heartache is a gun

You shoot missiles of sorrow

When rage triggers your weary past

After 4 years

Of using 8 bar verses to soothe your traumas

You’ve been hooked

On men who skip your heart

Like broken records

Depression swells like infected grief in your tummy

Cries break waters from your insides

Tear bullets blast through your barrel vision

The bullet you give birth to

Ricochets like the heartbreaks you leave on repeat

Your cycle’s a birth defect

Tone death

A breed of your affairs

That always end on bad notes

broken chords never stopped cycles from singing the blues

She be blasting from your sockets belching ammo tunes

Tried to puncture your past traumas

But your wounds never rest in peace

Instead they rise from the dead

Resurrecting to mellow croons

humming through your teeth

I’m embarrassed to claim these inflictions

my love affair syringed medleys

Through my veins

And left me strung out on fear

I’m afraid of being hurt again

Of hurting someone cause I’m afraid

I belch symphonizes to broken records

Spinning through my bloodstream

The blues don’t stop

My misery rises on mornings when heartaches bleed open

The way sunsets leak into night’s sky

Rage left me torn with a scratched pulse beat

But my misery keeps me company

my misery keeps me company

my misery keeps me company

 

 

Chocolate Cake Waffles with Melted Rolos, Pecans and Whipped Cream

by KitchenRebel on July 20, 2015

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You know those late night munchie attacks..

He was craving cake.

I’m always craving cake.

And dessert. And creamy stuff..

I didn’t have many cake ingredients.. a handful of chocolate chips and rolos..

So I made a quick chocolate cake batter, added that handful of chocolate chips.  Baked it in the waffle iron, topped with rolos.

5 mins to bake, 3 mins to make, a few mins for other stuff. 12 minutes was all it took for one of the best midnight munchie snacks ever.

Chocolate cake waffles, with warm gooey Rolos, toasted pecans and whipped cream

This was amazing.

 

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by KitchenRebel on July 18, 2015

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and you know sauce is extra

#THIS

by KitchenRebel on July 16, 2015

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just looking at this pic makes me hangry. (angry hungry)

I was dunking a churro waffle in extra frothy, extra chocolatey, hot chocolate.

So very good

makes my mouth water..

 

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Beef and Butternut Panang Curry

by KitchenRebel on July 10, 2015

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There was fat juicy lemongrass, and cheap basil and squash at the market, and some beautifully marbled beef grassfed beef, so I made Beef and Butternut Panang Curry. Served with Ginger Fried Rice.

I love Thai food so much. And this was one of best Thai curries I’ve ever made. I’ll definitely have to post the recipe and share it so you can try it too.

 

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YES!

by KitchenRebel on March 20, 2015

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Sad Zombies and Scrambled Eggs

by KitchenRebel on March 19, 2015

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I remember the first class was scrambled eggs. Would you believe, I sucked at Home Economics. I failed the class!

Everyone thought I couldn’t boil water. But food always just made sense to me.

And that teacher was making some really shitty scrambled eggs.

The class went from bad to worse. Next was a corn flour mould pudding thing. A horrid jelly concoction. To this day I avoid corn flour as much as possible.

I’ll never forget that teacher, with her sunken eyes with dark circles, and boney body. It was like the joy had spark had been sucked right out of her. My mother had the same sadness about her. I thought thats what happened to women who had to cook.. for men. They turn into sad zombies, not the fun flesh eating kind.  So I had no interest in following that joyless path.

Little did I know that food, nutrition and feeding people could bring me such joy.

Dare to WEAR

by KitchenRebel on March 18, 2015

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I am in love Aakasha’s Unique clothing from Bulgaria.

Comfortable, unique, daring and sexy.  I feel so badass in her clothes.

I love her different and daring take on sexy. Showing skin without wearing skin tight or uncomfortable clothing.  And showing skin in different ways, not the usual low cut front or back, or bare legs.  Heaven knows I love a short sexy little dress and heels. But I haven’t experienced anything sexier than feeling and looking strong, confident and badass.

Most of her items can be worn in multiple ways.  Some even upside down! So show the skin you want, or don’t. Because guess what, we all come in different shapes and sizes, and have different favourite parts of our bodies, something most clothing manufactures don’t seem to know.

 

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First time I wore an Aakasha tunic/top/dress, I wore it as a sexy little black dress. I turned heads in a sexy black dress, and I wasn’t showing any skin! And it was roomy enough go have that steak dinner and dessert when I was on my period feeling bloated. I felt bloated and sexy!!  This designer clearly understands women.

And how can you not love a piece of clothing that can be worn in different ways, and isn’t one of those multiway dresses!

I bought the top/tunic/dress (below). I got it a smaller size, so it was more fitted on me than on the model. The fabric so soft and stretchy, I pulled it down, to above my knee and I had a drapey sexy black dress, with one arm exposed (the short sleeve was mid upper arm on me) and one arm covered. Show a bit of arm and legs and hint of sexy curves.
The next day I pulled up my dress, put on some jeans and my sexy black dress became a cool funky top.

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And oh the comfort! Quality soft natural fabrics. I was so comfortable, I felt like I wasn’t wearing any clothes. In fact I kept touching my body to make sure I was wasn’t naked. lol

Buying a piece from Aakasha is like a gift to yourself. No seriously, just look at the thoughtful, lovely packaging! It feels like an occasion when I open it.

And I just love that clothing so edgy, different and badass, comes with organza, pretty roses and heart shaped confetti.

This designer clearly understands and loves women.

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by KitchenRebel on February 13, 2015

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hehehe

Reading is Sexy

by KitchenRebel on February 12, 2015

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This notion that women are not as visually stimulated as men is just absurd. Men often say they are more visually stimulated than women, and women are emotional and less concerned about the visual. But we are all visual creatures. And women MORE so than men.

We take extra care with our appearance, our children’s appearance, make our homes pretty, we co-ordinate and style, and not because its just a thing those afflicted with vaginas are predisposed to do, but because we are very visually stimulated. We like things to look good.. and feel good.

After all we are the only humans with a body part that serves no other purpose than pleasure and delight of the senses.

For those fellas that don’t know, that is clitoris, and its sole purpose is orgasms.  Women can orgasm so many times that we were designed with an organ specifically dedicated to the task. Think about that for a second, a body part with no other purpose but cumming, and yet the commonly held belief if that its difficult for women to cum. That doesn’t even make sense. Historically men have just been so bad at sex and pleasing women they made women believe that its hard for them to orgasm.

We more so than men need stimulation! We’re designed that way.

In fact, men who openly express this proclivity for visual are usually accused of being like women.. girlie.. gay.

Today I saw yet another article about what women find sexy, and it was average regular guys reading, and not that we don’t love the average fella, but somehow when they show the ‘girl next door’/everygirl, she’s not that average. So I decided to share some real sexy pics of men reading.

Warning: Blatant objectification ahead.

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Spouses Names

by KitchenRebel on February 12, 2015

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There was a great post on Rolereboot.org on alternatives to taking your spouses name.

When I asked him how he felt about me keeping my last name, he looked at me like I’m speaking a foreign language again.

My name was mine, what I wanted to be called was my choice. It had nothing to do with his feelings for me or our life together. At first I was taken aback, I thought he didn’t care.

And then he said, “I don’t care”

Because he didn’t think he would ever want to change his own name (its too much of a bother and he doesn’t care lol) it didn’t occur to him to ask me to change mine. Some social conventions mattered so little to him

I couldn’t believe that there was this part of me that wanted him to care. I was so used to having the feminist-im-my-own-person fight. I couldn’t believe that in 30-odd years I’d never met a human who didn’t conform to the gender roles in ways I expected and have grown so accustomed to. He just seemed to think it all unnecessary, because you know, women are just like people, like him. And name apparently never factored into his love for me or wanting to build a life together. But if it matters to me, I could do whatever I wanted, take his name, pick a new one or make one up.

Without realizing, he showed me the ways in which I was sexist.

I thought he’s talking to me like I’m ugly!

Its a funny thing when you’re a girl..you just get used to the bullshit, that you don’t even realize is bullshit.

 

 

From Bulgaria with love

by KitchenRebel on February 11, 2015

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I’m loving this hoodie/vest from Aakasha. So warm, comfy and different.. every time I wear it people ask me where I bought it.

Super fast shipping – 2-3 days from Bulgaria to California! And the packaging was just lovely and beautiful, it felt like unwrapping a gift. Next time I’ll post pics of the packaging – yes I’ve already ordered another Aakasha creation.

Great customer service, designer pieces created with love and care, quality natural fabrics, fast cheap shipping – Easily one of the best purchases I’ve made on Etsy.

Dare to be different. Dare to be sexy, bold AND comfortable.