Thursday, February 10, 2011

Photographical Documentation of Birthday Funanigans

Yesterday I turned 20.

It looked like this.
I have amazing friends and family that made my birthday happy.
I am really not all that into birthdays but...
I recieved so many cards, phone calls, voicemails, texts, comments,
wall posts of birthday wishes and love from spectacular people in my life. 
They all made me smile.
They made me remember how much I am cared about.

You people, you know who you are, rock. <3

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

READY OR NOT, HERE I COME...

Today this kid is 20...
20.
Twenty.
Two Zero.

As in today I am.

That kid is ME and today that kid is having a birthday. 
A non-kid type one.

I actually cannot comprehend this. 
Even typing it out, it is still huge and frightening.

I've been alive 2 decades.
I am no longer a teenager. 
Stuff I wore as a kid is considered vintage.
I have to be a real adult now, no longer with a 1 in front of my age to hide behind.
I'm pretty sure I am like supposed to feel old or something?

I, Isabella Kiss, am twenty years old.

I think this feeling is called shock...?

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Awesomebella Cooks-FETTUCCINE CARBONARA!

This may be my greatest cooking feat. Ever. I mean, deep frying was a lot of work but this...this was...laborious.  
Yesterday I made FETTUCCINE CARBONARA.

For the un-Italians out there, that means basically long, flat pasta with a white sauce with enough cheese, eggs and bacon to kill you. Also known as my dad's absolute food. So it was a labor of love. He brought me a special recipe and insisted I use THAT one and no other. It was from old cook book. He kept copies of the page in his work bench in the basement...? It is just that important to him. So I worked hard, and followed that recipe (x2) and made him that pasta. It actually came out really, really well!

Now listen, before you think I am being dramatic let me clarify something. When I say I MADE the fettuccine carbonara, I don't mean I cooked some pasta and put sauce on it. I mean I, crazy Italian that I am, MADE, as in not out of a box, from scratch the pasta. And then the fancy sauce. Oh. Yes. I. Did.

Recently my mom has been really into pasta making. She bought a pasta machine and she and her slaves the kids have been cranking out mass amounts of pasta dough. Works out well, because they find cranking the handle on the machine to be fun.

I announced last week that I would be making pasta on Monday. I thought that implied that they would help me. It is really a multiple person job, involving rolling, feeding it into a machine, while turning a handle, while catching it to it doesn't stick to itself as it comes out. But, instead my mom showed me how it was done, and then she and all the handle-crankers went of to a birthday party. And I ended up alone. Making pasta by hand for AN HOUR AND A HALF! (then another hour on sauce and stuff) Oh. my.

But I did it. And I made some banging sauce too (with a pesto option for the dairy intolerant/vegetarians amongst us). Let me walk you through it. Warning, this will be a long post. Lots of pictures, as it was a LONG process.

 To make the dough, first you need 2 cups of flour (we used regular, but you could use semolina), 4 eggs, little oil, little salt. (I made 2 batches to feed the family of 10)
 Incorporate the flour into the eggs, slowly and carefully.
 Until it all begins to come together into dough.
Then you kneed it for ten minutes.
Plastic wrap it and let it rest for a half hour.
 Then the long process of cutting off small chunks of dough, making it into a rectangle and feeding it through the pasta machine 11 or 12 times. Each time. Lots of handle cranking.

 This would be why you want someone to catch it. This is what sticking looks like.
 then after you have big flat sheets, you put it through the cutting side. Boom. It is suddenly fettuccine.
*my beast at cooking little sister, modeling the pasta before she left me.

 Then, sheet by sheet, piece by piece, you lay it all out (on more flour) to dry for a lil bit.
*Seriously, just look at that flock of pasta I made. WHOA.
 After a little drying you twist it into "nests" (which I think are really cute). This is just to make cooking easier later. Can't do it all at once or you'll have a sticky mess.
WE ARE NOW DONE WITH THE PASTA MAKING. Just have to cook it later. Now onto the sauce...*that'd be the carbonara part...

a lot of delicious cheese + a cheese grater (which is seriously one of the things I fear most on planet earth.)
 = over 2 cups of cheese grated (and I have all my fingers and skin!)

 Then to take 4 eggs and 4 eggs yolks (remember I doubled the recipe. In case you like cholesterol, I used a total of 16 eggs in the making of dinner. YEAH!) and beat them up. Then put 1 cup of cheese into it (other cup sprinkled on finished dish later), mix it up, and set it aside.

Then in a sauce pan combine (simmer) 2 cups of heavy whipping cream and a tablespoon of bacon fat (oh yum...). Heat up. Keep warm for later.
The recipe didn't have nutmeg, but my dad swears this is a secret ingredient that will make or break the whole dish. So into the heavy cream went a teaspoon of nutmeg.

In another bowl (no picture) soften and smush 8 tablespoons (whole stick) of butter. 
*oh yeah. this dish is so good for you!

Bacon (which normally you would cook first. But my dad did it for me Sunday night. Also where the bacon fat came from). Cut up. Ready to toss in later. Also a cup or so of frozen peas is optional. We chose that option.

NOW! It is time (after like 2 hours) to bring it all together. Go get your pasta nests. Bowl a beastly pot of water. Get something like a deep-frying basket; the pasta takes like 1 minutes to cook. Drop it in, pull it out. I did like 2 or 3 nests at a time so it wouldn't stick. 

Pull it out, and drop into a big serving bowl that has your cream/bacon fat mixture in it. Grab yourself and assistant and have them toss that all together, also slowly adding in the raw eggs (which cook as they hit the hot pasta) and softened butter. Continue this until you have cooked all your little nests and tossed them into the sauce. Add in bacon pieces and peas. Pepper. More tossing.

FINALLY SERVE!


I am pretty proud of myself. It was a lot of work, but it came out well. My dad, the ultimate judge on this dish, approved.

*and in  case you are worried about the sister with the dairy allergy and my mom and I who are vegetarians, we ate fettuccine with pesto/pistachio sauce on it. Also good. But much less work.


Not only did my dad approve, but so did everyone else...including the Ethiopian baby! They ate it all up!

 MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

I feel like I have done a great work. I learned how to make pasta. I did it. I made my dad his favorite dish successfully. And now I won't be doing it for a long time...or at least until April when my dad's bday comes around...

Monday, February 7, 2011

Muh-muh-muh-makeover!

*post also known as why I should rename my blog "My Name is Narcissist."

I got a hair cut.

A drastic hair cut. As in I hadn't had one since August. You would think I would get more hair cuts, as my best friend is a hair stylist, but no. I tend to take it to extreme length and then chop it all off. I like the way it feels. So liberating.

That is how I feel right now: liberated. And awesome.

For the past month or so I have been talking to her about cutting it. Not only cutting it, but cutting it different from my normal, long and slightly angled look. I have been emailing her sketches and photos I've jacked off of people's facebook's. I had a folder on my computer going call "Bella Needs Bangs." Finally I decided this weekend was time. My 20th birthday is coming up in a few days and I needed a change. A make-over, or something.

So I got me some side swept bangs and a whoa lot of layers. Happy birthday to me.

Now I'm a couple pounds lighter, my hair is 5 inches shorter, and a whole lot more fabulous.

This is what I started out with. Lots, lots, lots of long, mostly straight, brown hair.
 Me...or Cousin It from the Adamms Family
. Please note, those are my "bangs" previously.


 Just look at all that LENGTH!

And so it begins, in Salon De Emily (aka the living room of my hair stylist bestie)
 ohhhh this is only the beginning.

 You know you trust someone when you let them near your face with a glinting straight razor.
You really know you trust somebody when they admit to watching Sweeney Todd the night before and you STILL let them near your face with said straight razor.
Yup, this is REAL friendship, folks.

 Good bye forehead! Hello bangs!
  (which I haven't had since kindergarten/1st grade, by the way.
"these are not your first grade bangs."- says emily).

 That, my friends, is a LOT of hair not on my head.
"lets make a wig! and name him Merv!"-says bella
"Sorry, I left a toupe on your living room floor, Mr. H******"- also says bella to emily's dad

HELLO NEW AND FABULOUSO HAIRS!!!!


 I.
Love.
It.

I do not miss my forehead at all. I was nervous that I might not like bangs but, man, do I ever. Like bangs, that is. I don't know why I was putting up with an unfabulous forehead for the last 15 years. What lameness.

Now I feel all edgy and fashionable. My bangs are awesome. My whole head is awesome!

*and emikel, you are awesome too!

Now I should be all set for another 5-6 months. Or something like that...



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