The Graduate

Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this. ~Kelly Clarksonserena-wolf-le-cordon-bleu-graduate I know many of you never thought that this day would come, but I am officially a graduate of Le Cordon Bleu. After many months of slaving over a hot stove (literally) and pouring my blood and sweat* into countless delicious meals (also literally), yours truly is now a chef.  This is great news for all of you, since you are now taking cooking and entertaining advice from someone with credentials. Frankly, I’m surprised you listened to anything I had to say prior to my graduation.  Thank you so much for blindly supporting me!Graduation day was a whirlwind of excitement. The ceremony was rather long for my taste, but I got to walk on stage while hundreds of people clapped for me and took my picture, so it was...
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Pan-Fried Steaks with Roasted Vegetable Tian

Even in his absence, Elijah is a magical presence, representing hope, redemption, and future blessings. We pour him a cup of wine, and we reserve him a seat. -Wikipedia A few weeks ago, I realized that the lease on the apartment I had shared with Bay for the past 8 months was rapidly coming to an end. After spending many highly unpleasant days arguing with an online estate agent (thanks for nothing, Leonard), I finally found a very charming little place in St. Germain. So, I packed up my few belongings and hopped across the Seine to experiment with life on the Left Bank.I pack light.Despite the lack of elevator and the very bitchy proprietor of the art gallery downstairs, my ass and I are adjusting nicely to our new digs....
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Godspeed My Son

Nothing warms my heart more than people cooking for their loved ones...except when people do it using my recipes. Liberty, being the wonderfully brave and adventurous little thing that she is, decided to take on my roast chicken. Im not going to lie, I am always a little bit nervous when it comes to Liberty's cuisine skills. She may be a wizard with sugar and a piping tip, but she's practically a walking disaster with a knife set. Despite this fact, she did manage to pull off a delicious dinner for her family, and so can you (seriously). The fact that the chickens were slightly burned and that she spent some time in the ER as a result is not the point. I evaluate on the whole, and I'm very proud of her. Total domestic triumph. I'll let her get into the details...Liberty:Okay, so I am the one who actually...
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We’re BACK!

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder." ~Wise DudeHello friends and devoted followers! I would like to deeply apologize for the lack of activity on DomesticateMe this summer.  There are several reasons for our prolonged absence.  First, Liberty received her pastry diploma in June! Can I get a “OUI, CHEF!”? She will elaborate on exactly what this entailed, but it was no cakewalk!*  I managed to pass intermediate cuisine,  despite a rather gruesome final exam (highlights of which included hacking off the talons of the guinea fowl I was given). Unfortunately, due to a glitch that I choose to attribute to Cordon Bleu’s administrative department (and not to my poor planning skills), the summer session of superior cuisine was full. So, Liberty and I bid Paris au revoir and a bientot respectively, and we returned to America for the summer. While Liberty...
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Sunday Night Fear

The Sunday night fear. We've all had it. It's only natural to contemplate your sins on God's day. Unfortunately, we are usually contemplating the sins of the previous night.When 5pm rolls around, you know you're in for it. You have homework you should have done, you have a presentation at work, you forgot to pick up your dry-cleaning, that hottie from the bar never called, WHATEVER. Maybe you're just sad it's five whole days until the weekend. Hellllo, Sunday night fear. By 6pm, the fear has you deeply in its nasty clutches. Common symptoms: bitching, crying, moaning, and texting that guy that you really shouldn't text to come hold your hand.Well, we have found an answer for both your Sunday night fear and your "Saturday was a wonderful mistake" binge-eating tendencies. We'd love to tell you that it involves some sort of delicious home-cooked feast, but if you think that most...
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Fabulous French Toast

Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk.  That will teach you to keep your mouth shut. ~Ernest Hemingway This past Friday your two favorite chefs packed their bags and boarded a (disgustingly early) train to meet Liberty’s family and some friends in St. Emilion for the weekend. Just outside of Bordeaux, this romantic little town is known for many things, most notably its WINE. Now, we aren’t exactly wine connoisseurs, but that does not mean that we don’t appreciate the difference between a classy bouquet and franzia.*We spent most of Friday wine tasting. There was so much to try, and we thought it was only fair to give as many proprietors as possible a shot at our business. We declined the use of the spit bucket during the tastings because we are ladies. More importantly, we do not believe in wasting...
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Parmesan Crusted Chicken with Ratatouille

"I'm locked up, they won't let me out. Oh, they won't let me out. Can you please accept my phone calls? They won't let me out. 'Cuz I'm locked up, locked up, locked up." -Akon Last night, I decided to cook my roommate a special meal. I could say that this is because I am an incredibly thoughtful roomie and generally a slave to my domestic instincts, but I won’t insult your intelligence. The truth is, I kinda owed Bay one after accidentally locking her in the apartment yesterday. Nothing says “I’m sorry I made you three hours late for work” quite like parmesan-crusted chicken with ratatouille. It was delicious. I’m almost positive she’s forgiven me...I would like to preface this story by saying that buildings in France are tricky. First of all, in order to leave pretty much any building you...
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What to do when you don’t get into the bar…

Last night, our friend Bay suggested we go to Rosa Bonheur, an outdoor bar in a park on the outskirts of Paris. After making our way there via taxi, metro, and finally cobblestone streets (in heels mind you) , we were greeted by the world's longest line. Unforgivable. It was clear that waiting to start drinking until we actually got into the bar was a ridiculous concept, so three of our number bravely set off on an epic search for booze. They triumphantly returned bearing luke-warm champagne, plastic champagne flutes, 1664 mini-cans, cheese curls and curiously glitter-stained faces, only to realize that they had been locked out of the park. Bay's suggestion: Hop the fence! Liberty's response: No.Being the good friends that they are, the three inside the park came to find us, and we commenced our impromptu cocktail party.Liberty is...
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Presenting: Daniel’s Birmingham Grits

He obviously needs our help.Soon after he learned that I had started this blog, my very good friend Daniel began pestering me to do a post just for him. I didn't really feel like it, so I tricked Liberty into doing it!   Liberty:    At dinner last night (amidst caviar and vodka shots at a very odd Russian restaurant that I'm sure will be the subject of a forthcoming post), Serena informed me that I had a new friend and admirer: Daniel. Although we have never met, I feel like we have a deep connection based on the number of stories I have heard about him. I hope Serena talks this much about me... Interestingly, Daniel seems to have created a rather hilarious image of me as a gun-slinging southern gal from Birmingham, Alabama, who likes to cook grits.* None of this is true,...
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Roast Chicken with Jus and Signature Mashed Potatoes

Well it's like when I had this garden party for my father's birthday, right? I put R.S.V.P 'cause it was a sit-down dinner. But some people came that like did not R.S.V.P. I was like totally buggin'. I had to haul ass to the kitchen, redistribute the food, and squish in extra place settings. But by the end of the day it was, like, the more the merrier. ~Cher Horowitz A couple of weeks ago, Liberty and I had a “formal meeting” to discuss what I wanted to get out of doing this blog. At first I didn’t really understand why we needed to have an in-depth conversation about this, since I thought the answer was obvious. However, I can now see that this site is not just a stepping-stone towards a kick-ass cooking show and acquiring an incredibly attractive male personal...
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