There’s a few things in life I am grateful for since this is the week of Thanksgiving we should probably talk about them. I can think of three things in particular brought up the top of my head, my two small crock-pot and in my one large one. There’s not much you can’t take on in a kitchen with three crock-pots running on high. So, the other day when Pillsbury sent me an e-mail saying they could streamline some Thanksgiving recipes by making them in the crock-pot I rewrote this week’s menu of posts, and ran to the grocery store. […]
There are some meals that don’t exactly bring the man rushing in to the table with anticipation and a growling stomach. Dinners like meatloaf, meals where I sneak in a little horseradish, or Dijon, and anything with onions that he can see, yeah, those are met with sighs and rolling of the eyes. I would imagine this gets thrown in there with the rest. Split pea soup. It doesn’t exactly sound smexy, and it certainly doesn’t back up its unappetizing name with a smoking body. Nope, this one is all about personality. Or in the case of food, flavor. It’s […]
When I think of roast beef, I think of low and slow cooking in a roasting ban filled with veggies and a crisp fall afternoon. I certainly don’t think open flame, charcoals and barbecue. Until today. A classic roast beef is hard to top in the comforting down home category, but I may never go back. Stay tuned because later this week I show you a great recipe to use up any leftovers.
I’m addicted to paper. Not sure what it is about it but I think I may be the sole reason book stores will never go out of business. I am probably to blame for 32% of the rain forest being depleted and global warming. Trust me I feel horrible about it, but I can’t pass up a new book or magazine. Just the other night, a quick trip to the buy-in-bulk shoppe resulted in 4 new magazines and a new cookbook. Shameful. That all being said, these weren’t gossip magazines or tabloid trash (though the ones about Wolf-boy and alien […]
I’m my fathers daughter. Sure I’m not as tan as him, my eyes aren’t blue, and we joke around that I’m not his – but there’s no denying it, I’m his. 100%. And I wouldn’t change that for the world. My daddy is the worlds best daddy. He is Santa, the Easter Bunny, the tooth fairy, and a man is big enough to be a father every day of his life. We had our rough spots but it’s all come out in the wash and now I can’t even remember why we used to fight (I was a teenager once….). […]