I’d rather eat a pig’s ear than a pepper As a food blogger, my own personal challenge is to seek out and discover new cultures through food. If I can’t travel to Morocco, at least I can prepare a savory lamb tagine. While visiting Paris every year is out of the question, making a cheese […]
Croatia – That’s me and my mom on the left with the other moms and daughters on our trip. Growing up, I could always find my mother in the kitchen. She wasn’t necessarily cooking in there; it was more command central for afternoon cocktails with friends, list writing or perhaps (most likely) a place to […]
Grocery lists come in many forms, from a smattering of post-it notes smashed into a pocket to a well-organized list clearly written on a single sheet of paper. Mine typically fall somewhere in between, starting off in an organized enough matter before spiraling out of control. Then I started actually thinking about the layout of […]
I’ve got homemade chicken pot pies baking in the oven and little Gonzo Girl chomping at the bit for trick or treats. Last night we carved pumpkins … you can tell I was in a Martha Stewart state of mind. Happy Halloween everyone!
As kids, my sister and I would come home from school and “make” nachos, which basically consisted of throwing plain Doritos onto a plate before smothering them with cheddar cheese. As the microwave in our avocado green kitchen whirled away, those old-school Doritos (what ever happened to them, anyway?) would get soft in places as […]
Some girls dream of their wedding days, some of their first kiss. Me? I have, for far too long now, dreamt of my first Le Creuset pot. Many times I’ve almost taken the plunge, only to pull back, scared to make that big of a commitment. $220 for a 5.5-quart pot? Seems pricey, even if, […]
Turned out, the substitutions didn’t really fly for me, although my Gonzo husband liked it. Hey, one out of two ain’t bad. And that’s the thing when cooking – it’s an experiment. It’s subjective. As with all things that embrace opinion over fact, some folks will like it, others won’t. But the important thing is […]
I’ll admit that, in the past, a visit to the farmer’s market has been mystifying at best. Oh sure, I’d buy peaches and strawberries and lettuce, all far fresher than what’s on my grocery store’s shelves. But once home, I made the same things with my purchases that I’ve done a million times before. Boring!
Buried deep in the lore of male-female relations lies a legend, one that makes home chefs everywhere shudder in fear, shake their heads in disbelief and mutter inappropriately with great regularity. Tis the legend of he who hates leftovers. The first time I heard of such a creature, I felt that surely I was hearing […]