This is Mama Miche, and today in My Magic Kitchen: "Ajun" Shrimp Pasta

So, let's establish right off the bat before some bitches get offended, I'm an equal opportunity lover/hater. I don't give one actual fuck about a person's skin tone, how or if they pray, their sexual orientation, their politics or pronouns; none of it. I will feel however I feel about a particular person based on how they make me feel when I am in their presence. Assholes need not apply. Liars can fuck all the way off. I am attracted to people who are honest, intelligent, creative, non-judgy, and authentic. That is all.

That said, I don't want to offend anyone by calling my new recipe "Ajun" which, in my mind, is a cross between Asian and Cajun influences. Another fusion of cuisines.

This is Mama Miche, and today in My Magic Kitchen: Honey sweet chili chicken

The catch-all Jewish New Year greeting for the entire season is “Shanah tovah” (שנה טובה), which means “Good year.” The words “u’metuka” (ומתוקה), and sweet, are sometimes appended to the end.

I tell people, quite honestly, that I'm Jew "ish." My Momster wasn't very religious and did not keep a kosher kitchen. We didn't usually go to High Holy Holiday services when I was growing up. Once in a while, we would go to my orthodox Jewish paternal grandparents' synagogue, which was very austere to me. I sat upstairs with the women, separated from the men, as tradition dictates. (Cue music from "Fiddler on the Roof", "Tradition")

This is Mama Miche, and today in My Magic Kitchen: Viral Sushi Bake

When my hubster and I started dating 20 years ago, he lived in Memphis, and I lived in Nashville. Our first dates usually lasted a weekend and involved a lot of going out to dinner to all the different restaurants that I loved in the area. He came to trust my taste in food.

So when I was craving sushi and said, "Hey, I'm in the mood for sushi tonight. Do you want to go get some?" He told me that he had never had sushi, and I literally felt my heart drop into my stomach. Thinking, “It's over. This will not work out.”

He's not the best dancer. Lord knows he was born with two right feet. He's a lefty. And he doesn't eat sushi? Total dealbreaker. But to my surprise, he said, "Well, it's called BAIT where I'm from, but every place you've taken me has been awesome, so let's go." I told him I would give him the beginner sushi, and he said, "Nope! If I'm gonna try it, I'm gonna do it for real. Give it to me raw." And I did.