A few disclaimers here.
1. I don’t really eat mayonnaise. If I had to choose I’d pick Miracle Whip, but I really just don’t eat things that require mayo as a condiment.
2. Mayo is not the most attractive thing to photograph, so if you have a weak stomach, I’ve put the recipe first. :)
That said, my husband eats a turkey sandwich every.day. for lunch. I was told making your own mayo was easy and, obviously, would have way less crap in it. So, I gave it a go.
2 cups of light tasting olive oil (not pictured)
2 Tablespoons of apple cider vinegar
1 teaspoon of mustard (not pictured)
1 teaspoon of sea salt
Cayenne pepper to taste
Other necessary items: a blender and a jar (I use leftover salsa jars, but mason jars or pasta jars work too).
I’m still getting a handle on this blogging thing, so I didn’t get a ton of pictures of the “in process” part. I promise it’s easy. Just add everything but the olive oil to the blender. Blend well. The HARDEST part is this next step. It’s only hard because it tests your patience. Keep the blender running on its lowest setting, and SLOWLY drizzle the olive oil into the blender. You really need to do this almost drop by drop. This part takes up 9/10 of the time it takes to make your own mayo. Just be patient. The olive oil, blending slowly, allows the mixture to thicken over time. When you’re done adding the olive oil, do a quick taste test. You can add whatever spices you want. I sometimes use honey mustard instead of yellow mustard, and I often add more cayenne pepper, but the beauty of making mayo at home is that you can make it to your liking. I think I’m going to add wasabi next time. Here’s the final product:
Enjoy! And definitely let me know if you come up with any great mayo recipes!
Brunch at the famed Honey’s with friends and their babe. Despite it’s Food Network fame, I’ve been twice and think it’s way over-hyped. But that’s another story for another day. The plus side is that they were VERY accommodating to a large stroller and an infant.
Photos from the world’s best book club. Seriously, I am part of the very best book club that has ever existed. A hodge-podge of beautiful, brilliant women from different worlds collide for laughter and meaningful conversations. This time around we read The New Jim Crow. The author was a little ranty, the content was less non-fiction novel and more academic textbook, BUT it’s thought-provoking and worthwhile to read (or at least skim). Those of you watching Orange is the New Black would appreciate it.
I went to Atlanta for a work trip. It was nice to reconnect with old colleagues, but even nicer to spend time with old friends. While downtown Atlanta has nothing on Philadelphia, I miss the charm of Atlanta’s neighborhoods a lot. This was the view from my hotel room. Views of CNN, the Georgia Dome, and the newly installed ferris wheel. And then I got to come home to my apartment and these views. I love our neighborhood so much. Our private roof deck makes it even better. And the sunsets have been out-of-this-world-beautiful lately.
Life has been busy but oh, so, good.
via Growlers was a new bar I tried this weekend. While the drink menu was pretty standard, I appreciated that it was a nice bar, while still being very unpretentious. They are a sports bar, mixed with a living room, mixed with a dive bar. I loved it.
I spent this weekend doing things around my city. Saturday morning I met some friends for brunch, Saturday evening I was invited to a potluck dinner with new friends, and then I was invited out for a girls night with another friend. Sunday, I went out to the ‘burbs to visit more friends and spend some quality time with them, poolside. Between the potluck dinner and the girls’ night on Saturday, I met 7 new fabulous ladies. It’s really easy to get comfortable in my new abode with my beau, but it was also really refreshing to go out, be social, and make new friends. It felt like I was investing in my life in Philadelphia.
Which brings me to another point– in exchange for these weekend activities, I bailed on a trip down to DC to see friends from college. I felt guilty about it all weekend– like I was being a bad friend. There were various reasons why I couldn’t actually make it down to DC, but I still felt like I was failing as a friend. At the same time, I’m still new to Philly– still looking for those close girlfriends. And it felt really nice to step out of my comfort zone. There’s no real point to this post, other than it’s hard trying to balance old relationships with new ones. But I am excited about all the new people coming into my life, and so very thankful for the ones that are already here. :)