Well, I don't know about you, but I'm STILL obsessed with The Pioneer Woman (my obsession is well documented here and here). Even now I have her Spicy Dr. Pepper Pulled Pork in the oven and my house smells delicious. I am not ashamed to tell you that when I grow up, I want to be Ree. Every recipe of hers that I've made has made me a hero. When I read her blog I feel happy about life (except I never win one of the iPads or Le Creusets she gives away what is UP with that).
Oh my goodness! She LOVES me! Do you SEE THAT?
I recently won a SIGNED copy of her latest cookbook in a blog giveaway and when it arrived I read it cover to cover. Soon after I checked on iTunes to see if her show on Food Network was available for purchase – and it was! – so I bought the first season and watched (and of course LOVED) it. Know who else loved it? My daughter. Dude, is that the understatement of the century. We have enjoyed watching the show together so much that I of course had to buy the second season too, and we have watched every single episode of both seasons probably three times. Such a refreshing change from our standard Yo Gabba Gabba, Sesame Street, and Barney fare over here (ok so maybe THAT is the understatement of the century).
This led very naturally into … cooking. Sydney and I have been cooking together 3-4 times a week this last month while Elijah is napping and it's just the best. We've made zucchini bread and pizza dough and chicken parmesan and tons of other stuff and it's just amazing. We do something fun together, I get to teach her new things, and dinner is simultaneously cooked! MIND = BLOWN!
A few weeks ago I tried one of PW's most popular recipes: Perfect Iced Coffee. I had no doubt that this one would turn out just as perfectly as every other recipe.
I followed the instructions to steep the coffee … then forgot about it for two days. Whoops! I strained it anyway and hoped for a miracle. No bueno. I served my poor unsuspecting husband a glass and he nearly horked right there on the spot (and that's saying something. This is a guy who will scrape mold off food and eat it anyway. Oh man now I'M about to hork). But! It was my bad! So a few days ago I tried it again. I steeped the coffee just short of 8 hours, strained it carefully (and made the biggest friggin mess ever in history), chilled it, mixed it with half and half and sweetened condensed milk …
Yum! It looks so delicious right?!
One sip later? HORK. HORK HORK HORK SO BITTER GAH WHY DOES IT TASTE LIKE THAT!
I poured it down the sink. I think I'll file this one in the archives of "Manda can't do it right."
(unless someone can troubleshoot this for me and give me hope of having a delicious ice coffee on the back porch of my cottage on my cattle ranch — oops I mean the back porch of my bungalow in LA where airplanes fly over my back yard and rattle the windows.)