I had quite the weekend. When I wasn’t busy napping on my couch or getting 12 hours of sleep, I was getting busy in the kitchen.
Being in the kitchen will always be my therapy.
Funfetti Dip!! Thank you Christin for sending my this recipe. My life is now complete that I have this in my fridge. The fact that I have not ate the entire bowl means two things: my willpower is growing stronger and I have spent a good portion of my weekend asleep.
BTW – the recipe – 1 box funfetti, 2 cups vanilla greek yogurt, 1 1/2 cups fat free cool whip
Pickles, pickles, pickles. I love them. I really just love the taste of vinegar – sour, tang, you get what I mean. Refrigerator pickles are the easiest to make. I found some adorable baby cucumbers when I took my grandma to the farmer’s market, and my mom gave me a giant zucchini. With thirty minutes worth of work I had 3 jars of pickles and 2 jars of pickled zucchini. I can’t wait to bust these jar open later in the week!
My final adventure in the kitchen this weekend was a bit more adventurous. One cheese cloth and one big tub of plain Chobani…
After I let the Cho hang out in a bowl with the cheese cloth for about 6 hours, I mixed in some sugar (2/3 of cup) and fresh lime juice (~2 tablespoons). I could have been a real kitchen goddess and made a graham cracker crust, but that felt like far too much work. Hm. I went to the trouble to strain my Greek yogurt, but I couldn’t be bothered with making a graham cracker crust? I can feel your eyes rolling at me.
So one more time:
- 32 ounces plain greek yogurt, strained with a cheese cloth for 6ish hours
- 2/3 cup granulated sugar
- 2 tablespoons lime juice
- 1 graham cracker pie crust
I refuse to call this cheesecake. It’s not. It’s yogurt pie, and it delicious. Yes, it tastes like yogurt, but I like yogurt. I hate when people call a food something it’s not. Like banana ice cream…that’s not ice cream. It’s frozen banana and that’s fine. No need to pretend it’s ice cream. Just like this is yogurt pie and not cheesecake. I’m not going to pretend.
Now my couch is calling my name…