Archive | November, 2015

MrKef’s Spicy Turkey Chili

30 Nov

If you follow me on Instagram (@ChefKefiRN), you know that MrKef was cooking last week. It’s always a little touch-and-go when he gets into the kitchen, and this time was no exception. I woke up to this scene:

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A broken canopener, a ripped open can of corn, and one of my best knives. Hmm.

Since I am not a meat eater and MrKef is not a blogger, I can’t tell you how it tastes and he didn’t think to take a picture of his turkey chili. But, I can tell you that it smelled amazing, and he reports that it was quite popular at his office potluck, so that’s something. And to make up for the lack of pictures of said chili, I will officially open LOVE ACTUALLY season by sharing 5 of my favorite moments from the best movie ever made:

5. Uncle Jamie dips on family Christmas and goes Hero to Zero in no time flat. Poor Uncle Jamie.


4. The Crustacean Christmas:


3. Sam’s foreshadowing of why he later renders British TSA utterly useless:


2. Mr. Bean unknowingly indicts the cocktail culture that will keep people waiting all of 2015 for their damn drink:


1.The most poignant portrayal of just how real the language acquisition struggle is:


And since that last one wasn’t a moving GIF (and because no mention of Love Actually would be complete without Hugh Grant’s gyrating tushy), I’ll throw in an extra:


On to the recipe! Not sure how it came to his attention, but MrKef used this recipe as his base, which we added some spice to on the recommendation of a few commenters.

MrKef’s Easy CrockPot Turkey Chili


  • 1 tbs olive oil
  • 1 lb ground turkey
  • 1 can tomato soup
  • 1 can fire-roasted diced tomatoes with chiles
  • 2 cans red kidney beans, drained
  • 1 can black beans, drained
  • 1 can corn
  • 1 4 oz can green chiles
  • 1/2 medium onion, chopped
  • 2 TBS chili powder
  • 1 tsp red pepper flakes
  • 1/2 TBS garlic powder
  • 1/2 TBS ground cumin
  • 1 pinch black pepper
  • 1 pinch all spice
  • salt, to taste

1. Heat oil over medium heat in a large saute pan. Add onions and cook until soft and fragrant, 3-5 minutes. Add turkey and cook until evenly browned and no heat remains, mixing with frequency. Drain grease from pan.

2. Add turkey/onions and remaining ingredients to crock pot. Cover, and cook 8 hours on Low or 4 hours on High

Wedding Wednesday: A Hodge Podge of Pre-Ceremony Stuff

25 Nov

While most of y’all are brining your turkey or drinking with your friends from high school in your hometown, I’m just trying to avoid the wrath of MamaKef, who is dying for CuK Wedding Edition Post. So, it’s not the most curated or well-thought-out, but here’s the first of a few wedding posts I’ll make:

It’s a West African tradition that close family/friends wear different outfits of the same fabric to weddings (and, it turns out, other ceremonies–just ask MrKef’s dad who told CafeKef “you should see how many of these shirts I have from funerals!”). In an adventure of epic proportions, MrKef and I gathered both our families at Monsieur Diallo’s little tailor shop on Flatbush Ave one afternoon and we commissioned QUITE the line of red dashiki, if I do say so myself:

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We held the dinner at Columbia Firehouse in Alexandria. They were reasonable, flexible, and gave us the whole upstairs to ourselves–perfect for a no-muss, no-fuss night before the wedding!FullSizeRender

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And of course, there was a little hoodwinking:


That night, I intended to go straight to bed… but instead ended up drinking (more) champagne and trying to smoke a cigar with one of MrKef’s best friends… whoopsies. #thebrideisdrunk

Our ceremony and reception were both at the Key Bridge Marriott, which was the perfect venue for a billion reasons, not the least of which being the huge suite with this amazing view that was ours the night before and night of the wedding–perfect for getting ready!


Before I inundate you with photos of our families and friends, let me pay special homage to what was REALLY going down on August 21, 2015: CafeKef got her some lashes:


Okay, now you’re pretty much caught up on what isn’t run-of-the-mill wedding stuff, so I’ll give you what you came for: lots of pictures.




I wore earrings my dad had CUSTOM MADE (his emphasis) for my 18th birthday.


There was A LOT OF ANXIETY OVER THIS DRESS, so I was relieved when it fit, didn’t show my spanx, and didn’t make me feel like a cookie-cutter bride.


ChampagneOnlyKef, helping me put on a beautiful bracelet that was GrandmaB’s.


The only safe way to greet HomeBrewKef these days… he’s really into licking.



Our poor photographer wasn’t quite sure what to do with 5 groomsmen and 1 maid of honor, but luckily KPopKef came up with some photographic gold: the FLYING V.0211

Which devolved rather quickly:


These pictures were taken at that little pocket park in Rosslyn where the Jazz Festival is every year… KMBGSKef and I found the perfect spot for our portraits, of course:


Finally, we got together for 4,328.503 different iterations of family portraits:








Is that not the most beautiful Greek-Cameroonian family you have ever seen?

Next time, on Cooking Up Kefi: Wedding Edition: the ceremony, the party, the speeches, the… Irish Drinking Songs? Stay tuned… it could be awhile.


Amazing photography provided by: RMN Photography
Venue and gracious coordinators of logistics: Key Bridge Marriott
White dress the bride could live with: BHLDN
Perfect party music played by: DJ StereoFaith

An Easy, Earthy Salad

24 Nov

FullSizeRenderNeed a super easy salad that’s as seasonally appropriate as it is delicious? Here’s one adapted from a Hello Fresh recipe.

  • 1/2 c French lentils, rinsed and drained
  • 1 sweet potato, cubed
  • 1 small red onion, chopped
  • 2 tsp liquid stock concentrate (or, enough regular stock to cover lentils by 2 inches, ~3 cups)
  • 1-2 c brussels sprouts, chopped
  • 1 tsp honey
  • 1 tsp Italian herbs seasoning
  • salt and pepper, to taste


  1. Preheat oven to 375F.  Whisk together olive oil, honey, and Italian herb seasoning. Put the sweet potato cubes in a medium bowl and toss with the olive oil mixture until evenly coated. Season with salt and pepper to taste. Spread on a baking sheet and bake for 20 minutes, tossing half way.
  2. Heat 1 TBS oliv oil in a pot over medium heat. Add onion and season with salt and pepper (to taste). Cook until soft and fragrant, about 5 minutes. Add lentils, stock concentrate, and enough water to cover the lentils by 2 inches. Bring to a boil, then cook at a simmer for 15-20 minutes, or until lentils are tender. Once they’re cooked, drain and return lentils to the pot. Cover to keep warm.
  3. In a medium sautee pan, heat 1 tsp olive oil over medium heat. Add the shredded brussels sprouts, season with salt and pepper, and cook for 3-minutes, until soft and a little crispy.
  4. In a small bowl, combine balsamic vinegar and a pinch of salt and pepper. Slowly whisk in 1 TBS olive oil. In a medium bowl, combine the sweet potatoes, sprouts, and lentils. Toss with the balsamic dressing. Serve warm or room temp.

Catching Up Kefi: A Bachelorette Party for the Antibride

19 Nov


Okay, so a million years ago I had a wedding and my mother keeps telling me it isn’t “official” because I haven’t written about it on my blog. Today, we get one step closer to appeasing MamaKef: we’ll talk about the bachelorette party.

I am truly grateful to everyone who piled into SpeakToSomeoneAboutThatKef’s car with about two minutes’ notice and headed out to Leesburg for some last-minute tramping around at Rebounderz. For reference, it was us six grown adults and a 7th birthday party. And it was awesome.


Trampolining, it turns out, is incredibly difficult work, and we were all sweaty and pooped by the time our hour was over. We did learn that SummitKef is a DAREDEVIL and that NEPAKef can snap an excellent selfie, even mid-bounce. We also learned it is nearly impossible to slam dunk on a trampoline basketball court and that the soundtrack to 7th birthday parties these days  is Fetty Wap’s “Trap Queen” on rapid repeat.


After a nap and a shower, we headed out to the Cajun Experience, which features live music pretty much every weekend night of the summer. Naturally, this night was the one Saturday in August without a band. Undeterred, we decided to have our own fun–GingerKef and SpeakToSomeoneAboutThatKef were ready for Sazeracs… STAT.

Well, it turns out that earlier that day the bartender and two servers had quit under mysterious circumstances, which left a VERY eager host named Sharif and a very well-intentioned but new-to-the-game server named Danielle. NoLongerClevelandParkKef graciously sent us a bottle of champagne and we got the party started, even without a bartender or a band.

And then a strange thing happened: Sharif and Danielle apologized but said that Danielle HAD TO GO HOME RIGHT NOW, assured us that the whole place was ours to enjoy, and that Sharif would be right back, and then took off like a bat out of hell:


So, we did the only thing we could do: staged a dance party.

Eventually, Sharif returned, gave us another bottle of champagne for having such a good time, and insisted that he recognized SpeakToSomeoneAboutThatKef from “Open Carry Wednesday.” That’s right, my friends, Sharif was certain that this disco-dancing lady also brings her “lady pistol” to dinner on Wednesdays, when the Cajun Experience offers 10% to everyone who brings a weapon for “Guns and Gumbo.” You can’t make this ish up.

And then, a Bachelorette Party miracle occurred: a courier called to tell me my suitcase had been located (more than a month after it was lost on the way home from Ferragosto 2015)! We half walked, half-ubered back to the hotel (shout out to the MLK Dreamway Crew) and called it a night.


Sharif is #TeamBride all the way.

Many, many thanks to my amazing crew for getting together for a little fun, ESPECIALLY to SpeaktoSomeoneAboutThatKef for getting together the world’s GREATEST flair on the fly!

Vegetarian Thanksgiving 2015

13 Nov

Well, I was going to write about this lentil-sweet potato salad I made this week (plus start catching up on wedding posts before my mother kills me… we’ll start with the bachelorette party sometime next week, and maybe get to the actual wedding by next year)– but Mary over at Minutes Per Mile reminded me that it truly IS the most wonderful time of the year: NYT VEGETARIAN THANKSGIVING special!


If it were me, I’d be making the caramelized fennel and onion risotto, brussels sprouts sliders (!!), sweet potato souffle, cabbage and ricotta timbale, the Greek beet pie, and the pureed mushroom soup. And that would just be to start. The good news is that I may have just cleared up some time for baking this month, as I’ve surely just used up all of my 10 free articles!

What are you making for Thanksgiving (veggie or not)?

OBX Half Marathon: Sharks, Sheetz, and Sisters

9 Nov

Well my dearies, the 2015 race season is a WRAP. It has been a wild ride, and I’ll probably wax poetic about the whole thing at some point… but today, we’re talking about the Outer Banks Half Marathon.

I picked this race as my “A” race months ago because it was pretty much the only late-season half within driving’s distance of DC that didn’t interfere with the 10,000 other things I had to do in October (including watching JetSet get married… more on that in 6 months if I keep up with my current rate of wedding recaps). IMG_7089

BabyKef was nice enough to miss the Baltimore Greek Festival in order to accompany me on the trip. All week, the weather threatened to be miserable, so we were prepared to spend the day in our hotel room watching Netflix. We left DC around 6 am, were absolutely bamboozled by McDonalds (why oh whyyyyyyy does their oatmeal come PRE sweetened? Can’t a girl get a plain friggin oatmeal in the morning?), picked up my packet, and made it to our perfectly-lovely-but-not-at-all-fancy hotel before noon. Despite the nasty forecast, a Sisters Weekend miracle occurred and it was 80 degrees and sunny all day Saturday. What a treat! We enjoyed a beautiful water-side lunch at Stripers and then headed out to explore the town of Manteo.

Neither of us had done much research, so we googled “things to do in Manteo” and took it from there. The first thing to come up were the Elizabethan Gardens. Google has never been a better guide book– these gardens are modeled after.. you guessed it… gardens of the Queen Elizabeth era, and they are spectacular. I find private gardens are usually a little to prissy to be pretty– these were an absolutely stunning example of foliage and fancy gardendry and were the kind of place I’d love to just hang out in for the afternoon and have a picnic in.


Clearly, I don’t understand how panoramic pictures work… had no idea I was in the frame!



BabyKef was loving the shaped shrubs


I do a mean Queen E. impression.


BabyKef knows how to make a tired woman look good, doesn’t she?

After we were through acting a fool in the gardens, we ran some pre-race errands. We picked up some GF/SF waffles at Harris Teeter and secured my race-morning coffee from Dunkin’ (nb: DDs are in ample availability throughout the Outer Banks– praise Him!). While driving up and down Croatan Highway 10,823 times, there were more shenanigans (naturally):



Commerical evidence that Chrissy the Christmas Mouse is, in fact, the best part of Christmas:IMG_7134

The promised rain set in just as we got back to the hotel, so we did what any woman in the Kef Family would do… got into yoga pants and settled in for a Friends marathon and a nap. It was glorious.

To round out our Saturday, we took a trip to what appeared to be the only place in the Outer Banks to serve GF pizza (my traditional night-before-race meal), Mako Mike’s. This place was really something– extremely…. festive… decor and a waitress with uncanny personality resemblance to 90% of the servers at our Pappou’s amazing Fireside Diner. We both had a sweet potato and squash soup that was very yummy, followed by pizzas that were totally adequate (but couldn’t hold a candle to the glorious Spanakopizza I ate prior to the RnR Brooklyn Half).


Fast forward a few hours and it’s 5:30 AM and I am Everything in the Outer Banks this weekend was about racing and runners- many churches had changed their outdoor signs to read race-related Bible verses (my favorite: “Let us run with endurance the race God has set before us.”), the radio announcers talked about the race pretty much constantly, restaurants had runner specials, and everyone seemed really amped for race weekend. I took these all as great signs. The race provides two awesome parking options: park at the start or park at the finish. Because God loves me, our hotel was less than half a mile from the Finish shuttle stop, so I just strolled right over for the 5:45 shuttle. It was super-well organized and everyone from race staff to the bus driver were so, so friendly– I can’t say what a great way to start the race this was.

A short drive across the bridge and we were at the starting line. There were TONS of porta potties and when I first got there, there weren’t even any lines. Later, there were some lines but  they moved quickly and everyone commented on how this was the best thing a race director can do to make the start an anxiety-free zone. Kudos to them! On the other hand, the starting line music was all late 90s/early-millennium pop-rock (Third Eye Blind, Creed, etc), and I found songs about heartbreak a bit out of sync with the goals of the day… but we can’t have it all, now can we?

Race started right on time, and it was WINDY. Luckily, it was mostly at our backs and I did my best to angle my shoulders so it was actually kind of pushing me along. Great. Between the wind and a slight dowhill, I went out in the first 5k faster than I had planned:Miles 1-3: 8:30, 8:34, 8:44.

I tried to rein in back in once the wind wasn’t behind us and kept an even(ish) pace through the middle:
Miles 4-6: 8:50, 8:36, 8:41. This is when I realized that either the radio announcers had way overhyped residents’ interest in the race or that the gusty wind and sub-60 degree temperatures had deterred pretty much all spectators. There was very, very little crowd support throughout the course and no bands or music until the very end of the course. This is fine with me, but if you are someone who needs a lot of fun signs and cowbells, this is not the race for you.
The course has some really beautiful parts along the water and winds between the main highway, a coastal road, and some very residential streets. It was mostly flat, had ample hydration stations, and I just focused on keeping it under control and even. Miles 7-9: 8:48, 8:47, 8:10 (I really don’t know where that last one came from– I thought my watch had turned off when it beeped off with that time).
In really strange news, I ended up running a good portion of miles 8-10 with a woman who was the doppelganger of Haley, the woman who was my unknowing running buddy in my last half. I would have race-pic-stalked this woman, too, but her bib said “G-Money” instead of her name and I didn’t think to look at her number. Alas.
Anyway, the big anxiety point of this race is the bridge. You can see why:
It comes at mile 10 (22 for the marathoners, which just seems so, so cruel) and, luckily, I was prepared for it. If I do say so myself, I am kind of a badass when it comes to hills, so I just pushed right up it. You do not have a gluteus as maximus as mine is without some extra hill power.
I knew once the hill crested that it was go time. I took advantage of the long, steep downhill and got down to work. That went well until we turned right into the wind for the final two miles. I realized that focusing on pace would be pointless, so I just tried to run by perceived exertion, and my perception was that I was exerting everything I had. Luckily, some fun things happened in the last two miles:
Dunkin’ Donuts came out–clearly, ChefKef runs on Dunkin’.
And a mobile medical unit team had a great cheer station and we had a quick exchange about how awesome it is to be a mobile health care team:
Finally, the sign for Mile 13 was within my sight. It was located on a right turn, so I figured as soon as I made the turn I would see the finish. Wrong, wrong, wrong. We had to make another turn, and even then the finish chute felt so long. My watch said the race was long by about 0.25 and this time I would really believe it. But, finally, I was there and finished!
FINISH TIME: 1:54:17 (or 1:53:09 if you go by 13.1 on my watch)
Miles 10-13 8:44 (nasty ol hill), 8:20, 8:33, 8:33, 2:13 (0.34)
I couldn’t believe I had hit the mid-1:50s, and will say a lot more about this some other time.
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As if a perfectly lovely race and a new big ol’ PR weren’t enough, there were SWEET POTATO FRIES at the finish line! Amazing. Also, it was the first Finish Festival that looked so fun that I almost stayed… but BabyKef and a 4.5 hour ride was waiting for me, so I took another right-on-time shuttle whose driver was so kind as to drop me off right at my hotel. BabyKef and I jetted out of town, blasting the “Rocky” themesong as we went over the bridge (our first thought was to be real jerks and play the new Adele song as we went past runners going up the hill “Hello from the other siiiiiiiideee.” We refrained.).
About half way through the ride, BabyKef and I decided that we really wanted french fries from Sheetz. We remembered about a million signs for Sheetz on the way down so we kept waiting… and waiting… and waiting for one on the way back up. Finally, we got impatient (read: BabyKef was wayyyy hangry) and drove about 10 miles off the high way to the promised land. We were greated by a ground-to-roof window display of–what else?–Sheetz Fries:

Me: This is how big I want my serving of fries to be. BabyKef: SheetzFries make me lick my chops!

While waiting for our fries, we came across what I think is the most emblematic display of everything wrong with American food I have ever seen:

In the event you can’t quite make our the irony, what we have here is signage promising “authentic foods” which are actually potato chips flavored either pumpkin pie or turkey and gravy.

It’s hard to ridicule the American diet when your second serving of fries for the day comes in a vessel that can only be described as a bucket… but running 13.1 miles has to count for something, right?

Naturally, as soon as we got back on the highway, we were greeted with an actual Sheetz sign. The irony.


Well, we’ve gone a bit off topic now, haven’t we? Here are some take homes from the weekend:

Race logistics: Bar none. A++++. Easy packet pickup (with parking). Plenty of places to stay for under/around $100 since it’s so far off season. Shuttles to and from (and associated parking) were easy, on time, and staffed by the nicest people. Portapotties galore.

Race itself: Mostly lovely course, though a bit boring at times through residential developments. Atmosphere is super-local, super nice–lots of neighbors bumping into each other and families running together. Mostly flat with a few small inclines and one major hill. No bands/music on course until about mile 11 (mile 24 for marathon), and sparse crowd support until about the same point. Plenty of water/gatorade stations. As someone who isn’t in it for the bands and spectators, I really loved this ~4,000 person race. Not sure I could get through the full marathon on such a quiet course, however.

Race Swag: So much swag! I got a long-sleeved techtee, a medal, a pint glass, and a cap–all included in race fee. Finish food was great- BBQ and sweet potato fries, and the Festival seemed like something to stick around for and is set in beautiful downtown Manteo.

Racecation-ability: BabyKef and I had the best time- an easy 4.5 hour drive down from DC with just enough to keep us busy the day before the race but no pressure to run around like a crazy person trying to see/do things.

Prognosis: I would definitely run this race again and look forward to more Sheetz Fries next year!


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