Yes…still on this stupid diet which actually isn’t so stupid anymore since it’s actually working. I suppose it’s just stupid because I hate being the kind of person who has to say things like “instead of the potatoes, do you think you could bring me steamed veggies?” …GOD I HATE BEING LIKE THIS. I really do. Please believe me or I will strangle you. Even though I would probably strangle you either way since my body is lacking carbs which makes me terribly irritable.
I’ve found myself at home more, since I don’t go out for elaborate meals with friends and drink margaritas that cause me to have “second dinner” at 1am at some fluorescently-lit corner pizza joint. So when I find a recipe like this, that makes me forget those nights existed, I share : )
Found it from googling “baked catfish”. I’m a genius like that.
Here are my photos, then the recipe is below. REALLY ridiculously simple and completely satisfying.
ten minutes later…
Baked Cajun Catfish, recipe from allrecipes.com:
- 2 tablespoons canola oil
- 2 teaspoons garlic salt
- 2 teaspoons dried thyme
- 2 teaspoons paprika
- 1/2 teaspoon cayenne pepper
- 1/2 teaspoon hot pepper sauce
- 1/4 teaspoon pepper
- 4 (8 ounce) fillets catfish
- In a small bowl, combine the first seven ingredients; brush over both sides of fish.
- Place fish in a 13-in. x 9-in. x 2-in. baking dish coated with nonstick cooking spray. Bake at 450 degrees F for 10-13 minutes or until fish flakes easily with a fork.
Does that title freaking KILL YOU or what??? Holy crap. I want to make these asap so I can eat a ton and have an intense, overwhelming feeling of regret causing me to cry into my hands for the remainder of the night and look to the bottle as my only form of comforting insecurities that can only arise from choosing a profession based solely on one’s looks. I meannnnn I uhhhhh…forget it…just make them….here!
I find that making a title for each blog post is the most difficult thing about the very simple thing that is “blogging”.
For instance, this post’s general theme is corn but if I label it “Corn” it sounds like a chapter in a handwritten Amish handbook. Just know that this is something I’m working on, and for now, deal with my shitty titles please!
Anyhow, CORN! I love corn. Do you love corn? Corn corn corn. Anytime I’ve ever made a dish with corn, I end up ruining the recipe by eating it straight out of the can. YES, I use canned corn sometimes…most of the time….ok all the time. Who wants to boil and mess with fresh corn? I don’t have that kind of time! No actually yeah we all know I do have that kind of time but hey…I’ve found canned, whole kernels of corn to be just as delicious as the real thing.
For lunch yesterday, I ordered from Delicatessen in Soho, and if you haven’t been to this place, let me tell you — you are really missing out on being treated like a lesser person if you aren’t a stunning celebrity or something. Anyhow, it’s good…but I don’t really want to beg my server to do their job ever, ya know?
If you do go, and I’m sure I’ve just completely sold you on it huh, get the truffle creamed corn. It’s so delicious that you can actually feel your arteries clogging and hear the gentle sounds cellulite forming on the back of your thighs.
YumSugar.com just did a nice little corn recipe roundup as well…check check check it out:
Ps, did you enjoy my chosen corn photo? I’ve done a few (and by a few i mean too many to count) embarrassing modeling jobs in my day but I never had the pleasure of doing a halloween costume photo shoot. And I swear to you, as I type this…I’m vaguely remembering that…I did. Oh dear. So many repressed memories .
*10 points if you read “titles” as titties. I know I did, and I’m the one that wrote it.