It's been more than a week since I've given you a recipe - apologies. I've just been busy memorializing the death of my youth...which some would call "celebrating my 26th birthday." I fully acknowledge that anyone reading this over the age of 26 probably wants to punch me in the face, but I'm not really writing about the number. I'm more so calling attention to the shifts that seem to start around the 26 year mark. They aren't necessarily bad, they're basically just qualities that my 22 year-old self would roll her eyes and scoff at. Turning 26 is like trading in your fun, old Jeep Wrangler for a sub-compact Toyota Camry. Bear with me.
I love my Instant Pot. I've said it before, but this thing is magic. Being able to make a full blown, one pot meal in bulk in a swift 30 minutes by basically just pressing a button makes life so much easier. Join me in the pursuit of witchcraft and make this asian-inspired tenderloin. It's about as easy, healthy and delicious as pork tenderloin gets. No fuss. Just marinade, toss it in the pot and let your IP do its thang.
I just love a prideful Italian...it doesn't matter if you're first gen or if your father's mother's second cousin lived in Italy for one summer "back in the day" - any connection to Italy means that you've, at some point or another, bragged to someone (who, let's be clear, probably wasn't impressed) that your bloodstream is largely comprised of tomato sauce and pecorino. I'll unapologetically lump myself into the crowd who loves claiming the Italian heritage.
The convenience of overnight oats has saved me on a number of occasions. They've become a Wednesday ritual for me, since I'm up at the @$$ crack of dawn to coach my morning MADabolic class.
Happy Valentines Day, you filthy animals! I neither know nor care about what your plans are on this Hallmark holiday, but I'm hoping it at least entails sugar. Who's to say you can't ogle your blue eyed honey (or dog) AND a tasty treat on this polarizing day? Some of you reading this might LIVE for the V-Day cheese, while others might prefer taking temporary residency in stretchy pants watching some below average Josh Duhamel flick through the bottom of a bottle of vodka.