Right after I posted this picture on Instagram, my brother, Tack, commented, “Looks like melted mozzarella clumps on top of whatever is underneath, LOL!”
Like that’s a bad thing.
I say bring on the cheese-albeit with a touch of hesitancy.
You see, milk products don’t seem to like me very much anymore.
But I’m taking my time with the break-up 😔
As for the stuffed green peppers, or “bell peppers” as we call them down South, I simply browned up some ground beef, added tomato sauce, seasonings, a smidgen of sugar then double-crammed that beefy goodness into four verdant par-boiled vegetable containers.
As you can see, I topped each pepper with a rather thin slice of mozzarella (I added a bit of grated parmesan prior to that).
So there little bro!
Clumps of mozzarella?
The nerve of that dude!
Anyway, here is a before and after:
Oh yeah, I had two extra slices of “mozz” so it turns out that I used 6 slices but who are you to judge me?
This little “Fun with Mozzarella” endeavor started with the crab stuffed mushrooms from last week, and continued on with the peppers before concluding with the Portabella Mushroom Pizzas pictured below.
Ah…but all cheesy things must eventually come to an end so I decided to go to an old standby–Baked Chicken Florentine.
This sistah ain’t NEVER been to Florence, or any other part of Italy for that matter, but that didn’t stop me from piling spinach on top of some chicken and calling it Florentine!
Florence, Georgia! Wherever that is!
Much respect and love to my Italian followers 💋
What do you think about the peppers and pizza? Too much cheese? No pun intended! LOL!
Much love and light to you all
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I am obsessed with eating good food! This is not news to anyone who knows me personally. In essence, one might say that I possess a significant gastronomic appreciation for every morsel of food that I gulp down. Some folks might take offense at the thought of watching me gulp down a plate of food. If you fall into that category, you probably should avoid inviting me to breakfast, lunch or dinner. Now, if you do choose to invite me for a meal please know that I am just as comfortable at a roadside rib shack, a working class diner (I see you Waffle House!), casual restaurant (I see you too Carrabbas!) or a fine dining establishment that specializes in haute cuisine. You should also know that I take the multicultural approach when it comes to my eating proclivities. In other words, I am equally happy eating good ole Southern cooking or Italian cooking or Asian cooking or French cooking and so on and so forth. In short, I can find something to enjoy on just about any menu.
Bearing this in mind, I must ask you: Am I a foodie or just downright greedy? Please note that the word ‘greedy,’ for the purposes of this post, is exclusively applicable to a person’s behaviors relative to food. Black families often refer to anyone who is overly interested in eating as ‘greedy’. For example, you might hear us say something like: “Don’t forget to buy extra chickens because Gwin is coming… with her greedy self.” If this example doesn’t make grammatical sense to you, please grab a couple of Black folks and listen to them talk for a while; trust me, you’ll soon grow accustomed to the particulars of our vernacular. I apologize for the digression! Let’s get back to the story! I would submit that our dearest Gwin might not describe herself as being greedy. In fact, she might refer to herself as a foodie simply because she revels at the idea of savoring good food in a visually appealing environment.
Secretly, I can’t help wondering if both of these descriptions are possibly opposite sides of the same gluttonous coin. By the way, in case you haven’t read the ‘about’ page of this blog, Gwin and I are one and the same!
Okay, by now it should be abundantly clear that I have a great affection for good food. So if I were to ask you something like “Whatcha got good to eat?” Please believe that this is NOT a rhetorical question! I really expect you to answer me by following up with something good to eat! In fact, if anyone from my family asks you this question, he or she is looking for a similar response.
All jokes aside, the question of foodie or greedy remains unanswered. No worries, I’ll just sit back and let you answer the question. Am I a foodie or just downright greedy?
Hell for that matter, are you a foodie or just downright greedy? Do tell.