I’ve never really felt compelled to make meatballs. Or even order them at a restaurant for that matter. So many times, meatballs are just that: ground meat, with little else mixed in, shaped into balls and plopped in an only slightly more interesting sauce. Before …
So I know that roasted chicken probably isn’t the first thing that comes to your mind when you’re thinking of an easy summer dinner. But right around mid-summer, when I’m getting (only slightly) weary of grilled meats and salads and appetizer dinners, I started wanting …
Hi, all. Sorry for not being around here lately. Truth is, it’s been a pretty long, sad, all-around-rough couple of weeks for my family and I, and I just haven’t had the heart to make much in the way of dinner. Or lunch. Or breakfast. …
I don’t know about you, but I had a lot of extra quinoa hanging around after I made that quinoa salad. Like, a LOT of quinoa. What’s a girl to do? And then I remembered something, sort of had a flashback if you will… …
I can’t believe that I completely forgot about Monday Treat Day last week. Will you ever forgive me? My mind has just been somewhere else… hard to believe, I know, when there are things like pretzel fudge to be made. But don’t worry, this bad boy …
What is it about bright green foods that drives me absolutely crazy? They are just so beautiful and, typically, the taste measures up. So many good things turn a gorgeous, vibrant shade of green when cooked… peas, broccoli, fresh herbs… and apparently, fava beans. Confessional …
I’m trying to do this healthy-eating thing a little bit. It just seems like it’s so easy in summer, when there is such a plethora of vegetables and fruit everywhere, that it would be a shame not to. For me, quinoa equals healthy. Because it …
Have you missed me? I’m sorry I’ve been MIA for the past few days. It isn’t so much me, or a lack of cooking. You see, it’s my computer. It was, well… struck by lightning. Actually, our house was struck by lightning, which somehow fried …
Usually when I do one of these posts, I think of a cute little story to tell you, or an amusing tale of how I came upon the recipe, blah, blah, blah. But, this dip needs so such story. Because I could fill pages and pages …
Ok, we have to talk. It’s about… the cake. It’s not the cake, it’s me. I just can’t do it anymore. See, it’s bathing suit season, or rather, it would be bathing suit season if Monday Cake Days hadn’t wreaked such havoc on my …