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Comfort Continued

February 6, 2012

This is how the weekend began.

Yum. Fruit. Health.

This is how it ended.

I’m not ashamed.

As you can see, tonight we touched upon several international delicacies.

Alex harkened back to her Italian ancestors with a homemade pizza. The sauce was whipped up in her very new food processor and  it was incredible.

We also incorporated some guacamole and shiseido peppers via my sister Bridget, who tossed the peppers in olive oil and salt and pepper. These. Are. Good.

Lupo saved the group with a delightful fruit salad to give our taste-buds a break,  and I created an all time Superbowl fav, Twice Baked Potatoes.

Listen to me. THESE are what you need. Especially when your region suffers a loss.

Kathleen’s Twice Baked Potatoes:

5 brown or red potatoes

5 strips of bacon

Sour cream (go crazy)

1/2 cup (or more?) cheddar cheese

Chives (chopped finely)

3/4 cups milk

3 Tbsp. butter

Salt and Pepper

Preheat the oven to 400°F. Prick the potato skins with a fork on both sides. Bake in the oven for about 45–50 minutes, until tender.

While the potatoes bake, cook the bacon in a frying pan over medium-high heat about 4 minutes, until golden.Once you remove from pan, toss in the chive for about a minute or until it softens.

Once the potatoes are soft, slice off the top third of each potato, horizontally. Using a spoon, scoop out the flesh into a large bowl. Place the skins into a light oiled baking pan or dish.

Mash the potato with a potato masher or fork. Add the milk and butter, and beat until smooth. Stir in the cheddar, bacon and chives. Season with salt and pepper.

Spoon the mixture back into the potato skins, and sprinkle cheese. Bake for about 20 minutes. Serve with sour cream.

Oh, and enjoy.

We also indulged in a Superbowl cocktail. Duh. We mixed lemonade concentrate with champagne and vodka, plus some frozen fruit. I leave the proportions up to you, but it was splendid, and it turned out to be just the ticket to soften the blow of the Patriots loss.

And though I feel for New England, there’s a little bit of me that doesn’t hate New York’s win. How could I? Listening to the Giants fans below our apartment shouting and cheering on the street has been a little bit of wonderful tonight.

New York never fails to remind me how lucky I am to be a part of it, and even as I listen to the sirens drown out the other street sounds as I type this, I will fully and unwillingly always miss being a New Yorker.

And so we’ll see if what they say is true.

If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere.

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