There are very few things as comforting to me as my momma’s cooking, especially when it comes to her chicken adobo, served on a big pile of rice. Maybe that’s why I haven’t tried any of the Pinoy restaurants here in LA yet; I’d rather go home and have it straight from Fannie’s kitchen! (Though I am dying to try Ma’am Sir, Spoon & Pork, and LASA.) For the most part, every Filipino’s chicken adobo has the same ingredients –…
If you follow me on the socials, you might know that I wrote a piece for The Cut’s I Think About This A Lot column about a pivotal moment in early aughts pop culture: Ally Hilfiger’s burrito breakdown on MTV’s Rich Girls. Basically there are two people in this world: Those who have watched Rich Girls and those who have not. Over the years I have met kindred spirits who were obsessed with the show and lamented that the only way…
I know what you’re thinking: HOW DARE YOU, MARIE! How dare you leave us in period-induced hunger for the past calendar year?! I thought we wuz brovaries! My sisters, I apologize from the bottom of my uterus. After I came back from eating through Europe last summer, I was promoted at my work, then I got married to my Canadian boo (whose vows to me were lyrics from my fave tune “Tenderoni,” btw), and other wild, wild, wild life tings.…
Greetings, my Fellow Sisters in Flow. Question, have you ever come back from the grocery store only to find that one of your food purchases was destroyed in transit? That’s what happened to a bag of corn tortillas I had planned to make white people tacos with. But instead of flinging the broken tortillas across the room in a fit of rage, I transformed trash into treasure by making…tortilla chips!. Of course, with a chip MUST come a dip, and…
Now, I love a taco, but my absolute favorite type includes potato and cheese inside of a crispy, crunchy shell. Whenever I go to a Mexican restaurant and see a potato taco on the menu, I must have it. It is my duty. Perhaps that is the Irish in me. (Sidebar, thanks to an Ancestry.com DNA test, I recently learned I was 10% Irish, much to my dismay. Not that I’m against being Irish, but all my life I thought…
Greetings my gushing goddesses. Yes, it is me. I have risen again like a boner in the mist after finally returning from a long hiatus, which involved traveling throughout Europe for a few weeks followed by TWO nasty illnesses. Soon I shall dish (NPI) on all the delicious things I gorged on during my travels in a post, but first: a recipe to get you all CARB-Y COZY for fall. Because I have been ~going steady~ with a nice Canadian gent…
Gracias to Extra Crispy and Jessica Wakeman who was nice enough to feature BloodFeast in an article about eating breakfast on your period! I talk about the origin of BF as well as it being my way of fighting period shame. Check it out here!…
My sisters, When it’s 90 degrees out and your tetas are sweating like crazy, Bloodfeastin’ may require a treat that is cool, sweet and easy. Just like ME. Today, we are going to whip up a simple little pineapple shake to enjoy in this horny hot weather. Speaking of horny, have you ever made your own whipped cream? As much as I love a tall, cold can of Reddi-Wip (especially because I automatically think of this Oscar-winning scene from Varsity Blues), nothing compares to freshly…
My dearest Tampon Princesses, I feel compelled to tell you a tale from my past, which involves a sordid history with the vegetable known as corn. It all began in high school at a carnival booth where my drill team had to sell corn to fairgoers in order to raise money. A friend and I were working the booth alone and thought it was HILARIOUS that we had to sell these phallic cobs. Ahh, such simple, stupid humor back then. Anyway, somehow…
Welcome to TheBloodfeast.com, the reincarnation of my Hairpin period-foods column in which sinful, cheesy carbs and the like shall be exalted and enjoyed in celebration of our monthly bloodshed. Bloodfeast was first born on The Hairpin in 2014, featuring recipes such as heart-shaped pizza pockets called “Tenderonis,” the frighteningly delicious “Scary White People Tacos,” as well as my version of a stacked, “midnight cartoon sandwich” which I kindly dubbed, “The Ragwood.” As you might guess, these dishes are not for the faint…