Ham and Cheese Magdalenas

Adapted from The Book of Tapas.

Yields 10

Ingredients

2 eggs
3 1/2 tablespoons (50g) butter
4 tablespoons grated Gruyere cheese
3 heaping tablespoons all purpose flour
1 teaspoons baking powder
100g ham, chopped

Instructions

1. Preheat oven to 350°F.

2. Arrange cupcake cases in a muffin pan.

3. Beat the eggs in a bowl with a fork.

4. Gently melt the butter in a pan, then add the beaten eggs.

5. Immediately stir in the cheese, flour baking powder and ham.

6. Bake the magdalenas for 15 minutes, then increase the heat to 400°F and continue baking for another 15 minutes until they begin to brown.

7. Remove the magdalenas from the oven and immediately remove them from the cases. These are best when served warm.

Enjoy,

Mak.

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Oscar night party 2012

The girls in high heelsIn honour of the Red Carpet, we had our Annual Shoe Festival, combining some of our favourite things – Dress up and Photo Shoot.

This was followed by a Tapas party.

Here’s our Dinner Menu –

Shrimp cocktail
Stuffed Button Mushrooms
Beef Empanadas
Devilled Eggs
Ham and Cheese Magdalenas
Green Salad
Ham and Cheese Magdalenas

Finally, we played Oscar Ballot 2012. That was a COMPLETE guessing game since we had only watched a handful of nominated movies. The screaming from the lucky guesses was hilarious. I printed the ballots from here.

Happy Leap Day!!

Mak

Driving Me Crazy

There’s something mind-numbingly aggravating about people who can’t drive. I’m not talking about people who actually cannot operate a motor vehicle. Nope. I’m talking about those people who are supposed to know how to drive. But really truly honestly don’t have a sweet clue. People who through some inexplicable series of events (read: voodoo, juju and/or hypnosis), managed to obtain a driver’s license.

These are the people who cut you off, the people who don’t when, where, why or how to signal, the people who tailgate you, the people who do 60 (kilometres) in the fast lane, the people whose three point turns end up being twelve point turns, the people who can’t merge onto the highway like they have an iota of common sense, the people who couldn’t parallel park for a million bucks plus an extra five years tacked onto their life span- people who will hold up the whole entire street while they try six hundred and twenty two times to fit their teeny weeny smart car into a gynormous spot that’s big enough for an 18 wheeler. No doubt, the car is smart. They, however, are still dumb.

But the really crazy thing is that nine times out of ten, those people who can’t drive somehow believe that you’re the one who can’t drive. Insert confused BlackBerry smiley. I’m talking about that dumbo in front of you at the stop light who texts or fixes their false lashes or wanks or does whatever the hell they are doing and doesn’t notice when the light turns green. And then when you honk, they give you a dirty look as if you’re the moron. They might even give you the finger too before they speed off. And they make the light… And you don’t.

You almost want to run the red light, follow them home and give them a thorough beating.

Yup, that’s how road rage happens.

You could actually be a nice person but ignorant driving turns you into something else. It’s like you’re a gremlin who has been to a buffet after midnight. Or jumped into the Atlantic. Or taken centerstage at a light show. You instantaneously go from cute and cuddly to psycho and scary.  Take me for instance- I don’t even swear… except when I’m driving. See? You get behind the wheel and all of a sudden, you flip people off freely. You swear at them. You press down on your car horn, move your stuff in and just stay there forever. You curse their forefathers and their unborn children.

But some people do even crazier things than that. Some people will throw stuff at your car. Or get out of the car to fight. Or intentionally hit your car. Or actually run a red light and follow you home to give you that through beating. It happens.

Once, a friend of mine ran across the street in the middle of the road, causing the driver of an oncoming vehicle to have to slow down. The driver of the car spat at her- that greenish yellow mucus/phlegm filled kind of spit. Disgusting, yeah, I know. Unfortunately or fortunately (depending on whose perspective you are looking at it from), his window was up. Ha! Karma is a bitch that does get it right every now and then.

Which bring us to me- I was driving the other night and someone crossed the road right in front of my car. It wasn’t an intersection and definitely wasn’t his right of way. Mind you, he didn’t run either. No, siree. He took a leisurely stroll in the middle of the street. In fact, he acted like he was at church walking down the aisle to go get communion- all slow and solemn and calm. I was headed to the hospital because someone very close to me had just found out they needed to have surgery. It was an emergency too so they were going to be starting the operation in a matter of hours. There was already chaos in my mind and here comes this moron strolling across the street in front of my car as if he was walking from the TV to the couch in his living room.

Guys, I wound down my window, opened my eyes wide, flared my nostrils, bared my teeth, popped my veins and then I emptied my lungs of air, “Bastaaaahhhd!”

Honestly, as soon as the word left my lips, I was shocked. I didn’t even know that that word was still in my vocabulary as an insult. Let alone, that it would come so readily to me.

By the way, just so you know there was not an “R” within a 20 mile radius of my pronunciation of the word. It was just  straight up “bastahhhhhd.” Pure unadulterated Naija.

Afterward, when I told my friend about it, she was bewildered, “Koko, what happened to asshole or jerk or f**king moron?”

I really have no idea…

I guess you can take the girl out of Naija, but a dumb road user will take her back in a flash… Or however the saying goes.

🙂

Koko

Waffles II

Adapted from The Complete Robuchon.

Yields 6 waffles

Ingredients

1/3 cup butter
3 eggs, separated
2 tablespoons granulated sugar
1 cup (150 g.) sifted flour
1/4 tsp salt
1/3 cup (80 ml) milk
1 cup (250 ml) heavy (or whipping) cream

Special equipment

Waffle maker

Instructions

1. Melt the butter in the microwave.
2. Whip the egg whites with one tablespoon granulated sugar until fluffy.
3. Sift the flour into a bowl. Make a well in the mound of the flour.
4. In the well, add the three yolks, the remaining tablespoon sugar, salt, milk, cream and melted butter. Mix gently just until the batter is well blended.
5. Fold in the whipped whites in three batches, making sure each batch is evenly incorporated before the next addition.
6. Refrigerate for 30 minutes.
7. Heat the waffle maker. Spray it with oil, if needed.
8. Cook according to waffle maker’s instructions.

Enjoy!

Mak.

I made it to waist length!

Hi Ladies,

After much protective styling, gentle combing, tlc giving…  I finally made it to my goal of waist length. I have pretty uneven, somewhat scraggly ends and I will be getting a trim soon but right now I am reveling in my newly gotten rapunzelesque locks! Here are some pictures of my progress:

Uneven ends 😦

Waist length 🙂

Comparison shots – From April ’11 to Jan ’12

Watch my January hair update

It’s been a 9 month journey going from bsl to waist length. Despite the uneven ends, which I think is to be expected when you consider the fact that I haven’t trimmed my hair in the 9 months, I am really happy with my hair. This is  the longest my hair has even gotten. Next stop: Tailbone length. Lets see if I can make it.

xoxo
Bey

Getting my ombre hair on…

So the ombre hair trend has been around for a while now and I know I am about a year late getting on this but I have to admit that when I first saw it I thought it looked like hugely overgrown roots and couldn’t be bothered to try it. However, I am an equal opportunity hair trend experimenter so I did eventually try it out and I am soo loving it…

Drew Barrymore

Raven Symone

Khloe Kardashian

Ciara

Me and my ombre hair

Ok, first I really need to get a better camera. Second as much as I wanted to try the ombre look you know I wasn’t about the bleach my hair, so I did the next best thing and hooked myself up with a custom ordered wig from rpgshow (www.rpgshow.com). Specifications are: 1st 8inches color 1b, next 8 inches color 4 and the last 2 inches color 27. Its a great way to have fun with color while sparing your hair the rigors of bleach.

xoxo
Bey

Chrianna- Make Love (or at least music). Not war.

So Chris Brown and Rihanna have just dropped two new singles.

Birthday Cake is a remix of a Rihanna song and features Chris Brown.

Turn up the Music is a remix of a Chris Brown song and features Rihanna.

There are interesting lyrics- subliminal professions of love and blatant descriptions of getting it in. I’ll let you listen to it for yourself.

I’m not mad at Rihanna or Chris for making music together. Major eye roll to all the people who say Rihanna is being a bad role model to young girls. How about you be your kid’s role model? Just a thought. Let Rihanna live her life. Your kids don’t need to look to Rihanna for anything but a hot single.

Then there’s this picture of the two hugging at a party. It was taken last week.

 

All I have to say is that Chris Brown’s new girlfriend, Karrueche must be very very very secure. In fact, Karrueche gets a gold star for security. Karrueche is a champ.

😐
Koko

I Look to You

Whitney’s funeral was beautiful. But one of the parts that touched me the most was R. Kelly’s performance.

No matter how you feel about R. Kelly, you can’t deny the raw talent and emotion in this performance.

Note the people behind R. Kelly crying. I cried too.

It was a beautiful gospel song. A heartfelt song which R. Kelly wrote himself. A song which he’d written for a friend who died tragically and suddenly. A song about a flawed human being at the end of their rope turning to God for strength.

God takes us as we are. That’s the whole point.

R. Kelly is mad talented. And he is so amazing when he goes back to his gospel roots. All the Your Body is Calling and Ignition and Bump and Grind– those are all great too. But R. Kelly is at his best when he isn’t R. Kelly but Robert, the little church boy from southside Chicago.

Good job, Kels.

Rest in peace, Whitney.

Peace and Love,

Koko

Celebrity Death Match: Miranda Lambert vs. Chris Brown

It’s been a minute since MTV’s Celebrity Death Match stopped airing but with the amount of twitter beefs we have these days, there’s still no shortage of very entertaining celebrity smackdowns.

Today we have country artist, Miranda Lambert in one corner and R&B superstar, Chris Brown in the other.

Apparently, Miranda was upset that Chris Brown performed at the Grammy’s so she took to twitter to voice her disapproval, saying: “Chris Brown twice? I dont get it! He beat on a girl… Not cool that we act like that didn’t happen. He needs to listen to Gunpowder and lead and be put back in his place. Not at the Grammys.”

In case you are wondering (I know I was), Gunpowder and lead is her song about a woman waiting with a gun for her abusive husband to come home from jail so that she can shoot him.

Chris responded with, “Hate all you want becuz I got a Grammy now! That’s the ultimate f*** off.”

Miranda wasn’t done though. At her show a few days later, she held up a handwritten sign which read: “Take Notes Chris Brown” right before performing Gunpowder and lead.

In response, Chris tweeted, “Using my name for publicity? I love it. Perform your heart out… Good night to all the people who live life and who aren’t stuck in the past.”

I’m riding with Chris on this one because all discussions I’ve had about this beef started out the same way, “Miranda who?”

Disclaimer: I’m against violence. Violence against women. Violence against men. Violence against children. Violence againt the elderly. Violence against peers. I’m against it all.

Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, here’s the thing. I’m for forgiveness.

1. Chris Brown faced the repercussions legally, professionally and personally for his actions
2. Rihanna has apparently forgiven him and moved on and you don’t even know the details of what tranpired that night in the first place.
3. It was years ago. He was a kid and it’s not like he is still beating her or anybody. He is with someone else now- has been with the new girl for about a year and they seem to be doing fine. The dude is obviously being a better person.

Now, here are my questions for Miranda and any other holier-than-thou people who are incapable of forgiveness and always want to sit in judgment of others as if they are God himself. What is that you want? Why are you mad that Chris Brown performed at the Grammy’s? Should he never perform again? Even when he’s 50, living a decent life and being a better man, we should still bar him from the Grammy’s? We should banish him to a Grammy-less life and make sure he’s never seen or heard from again? Or wait- maybe we should take him out back and shoot him with gunpowder and lead? Or maybe we could just buy your single or but tickets to your shows and come listen to you talk about it? Hmmm… is that really what it is? *eye roll*

Sidenote: Miranda broke up a marriage. Just saying. Her present husband, The Voice judge, Blake Shelton was married when they met and she admitted to knowing he was a married man. Point is, none of us is perfect.

It’s mindboggling how judgmental people can be. I will never buy a Miranda Lambert record. But I guess that isn’t much of a loss to her, since I was never gonna buy one anyway.

😐

Koko