I’m not a huge broccoli fan. I rarely eat it without a.) cheese, b.) dip, or c.) bacon, as The Lord intended. Otherwise, He would not have created it to taste like dirt when it’s raw and smell like terlit water as it cooks.
Can I get an Amen?
And yet, I was curious about this Broccoli Leek Soup. The Roasted Potato Leek Soup I made last fall was so good that I was game to try something similar but actually healthy. I was ready to brave the broccoli.
I just read that Jessica Simpson is going to appear on “Oprah” this Friday to complain about John Mayer calling her “sexual napalm.”
What’s wrong with being sexual napalm?
MUST I BEAR THIS BURDEN ALONE?
I love a good mushroom burger.
Remember the one I made with pesto, Provolone and roasted red peppers? That’s a classic, Italian-inspired portobello burger. When a restaurant has a portobello burger on the menu, that’s usually the one. It’s the standard.
If portobello burgers were panties, the Italian version would be white cotton.
And this Chipotle Portobello Burger would be a lace-trim mesh thong with loads of cheek peek. Read More…
Have you got the fevah?
No, not that stomach bug that keeps going around.
I’m talking about Spuh-ring! Fever. Having your feet in the snow but your mind on the apple blossoms. And cookouts. And picnics. And sunshine.
You with me?
I make a mean tiramisu, but this talent is lost on Jeff, who is a shunner of all things coffee, coffee-related, javafied and mocha-esque. When Mommaw gave me a kickass Keurig
So, since eating an entire tiramisu might lead to firefighters sawing the house open to carry me out (next on TLC’s “Half-Ton Blogga!”), I get my fix with this Tiramisu Sundae.
A typical tiramisu has layers of ladyfingers (soaked in espresso) alternating with layers of mascarpone cream. There also can be alcohol and whipped cream involved (just like the night you were conceived! I know!) and chocolate shavings or a dusting of cocoa. For this sundae, you’ll replace the mascarpone layers with scoops of ice cream – vanilla, chocolate, coffee, Ben and Jerry’s Coffee Heath Bar Crunch, Starbucks Java Chip Frappuccino. The Espresso Ice Cream that Michelle from Brown Eyed Baker posted a few days ago? That would do nicely. Read More…
OF COURSE we usually have well-balanced meals around here. Lean meats and vegetables. And fruit!
But sometimes it’s fun to share a pile of nachos for dinner. Like, when “Lost” is on. Or “Die Hard.” Or, when after roughly 72 icy, gray weekends in a row, Mother Nature smooths her furrowed brow and grants you a perfectly sunny Saturday. One that you just HAVE to celebrate.
Preferably with chorizo. Read More…
When I was a kid, we were taught that bragging was bad. Because every time a child brags, a baby unicorn gets rabies.
Still, I forgot about the baby unicorns earlier this week when my sister texted me, asking what was new. I mean, she’s my sister and a Harvard graduate and the caregiver of the First Human Children, so I figured I was on safe ground. But every time I tried to type in, “Hey, I made Paste Magazine’s list of 25 Foodies to Follow on Twitter!,” my phone’s spell-check would change “Foodies” to “Doodies.”
So, if you’ve been looking for a doodie, eureka! You’ve found me!
“Have a nice glass of wine, and take your top off.” – Julia Roberts, on how to have a great Valentine’s Day
Last Valentine’s Day, I made a big mistake. Well, actually, four small ones. A lovely little set of pastel Conversation Heart Mini Cakes. Elisa Strauss (from Confetti Cakes!) linked to them on her blog. My photo of them popped up on other food and design sites.
They were cute, but they were so not for my man. All that fondant? I might as well have shown up for Valentine’s dinner in a turtleneck and sensible pants.
So, this year, it’s not about handmade truffles or homemade lollipops or anything that looks like it would fit right in at the unicorn-themed birthday party of a 4-year-old girl. Nope. This year, Jeff’s getting a huge candy heart full of the culinary equivalent of taking one’s top off: Sausage Balls.
When life hands you lemons, you make lemonade.
But when life hands you a 2-day-old baguette, a freshly opened bottle of Maker’s Mark and five delicious snowbound days, you make Bourbon Bread Pudding. With a warm, buttery bourbon sauce. And bourbon-soaked raisins.
It’s the sort of dessert you want to curl up around and savor while you watch the snow fall. Or read a book. Or watch “The Matrix” trilogy from start to finish in its entirety. Read More…
Here in Nashville, there’s a certain low-frequency buzz. And if you’re quiet and listen very hard, you’ll hear the sounds that make up that buzz – the electronic bleeps of grocery cash registers ringing up hot chocolate and popcorn, the rumble of salt trucks and the fervently whispered prayers of thousands of kids (and their teachers) – because, OMG, SNOW IS IN THE FORECAST.
Four inches. This Friday.
To many of you, that’s nothing. A dusting. A joke. But here? Any accumulation is cause for celebration. And an excellent excuse for making a chocolate chip cookie bigger than your head. Something fun to bake, break and nibble while you watch the big flakes fall.