I love food. I love it a lot. I love pretty much any style of food. That’s right–I’m a “polyepicure”. Not a word (yet), but...
Ciao, Bella. Risotto Primavera just sounds so exotic, doesn’t it? Like you should say it with an Italian accent. I got a bug in my...
Pork. The other white meat. BBQd, smoked, roasted, braised, grilled–it’s what’s for dinner in this house. Here in Texas, it is often considered blasphemy to...
I like to complain. There, I said it. It’s not like I’m a nag (I hope!), but I admit to complaining about certain things that...
Here, fishy, fishy, fishy. Here, fishy, fishy. So maybe that’s not the way to catch a fish. It’s been awhile since I was on the...
As the hot days of summer continue to drive us all inside (well, it drives ME inside), the specter of the oppressive heat still makes...
Bacon. It’s what’s for breakfast. And lunch. Or dinner. That salty, fatty, savory, luscious treat that can be eaten at any time of day, and...
The heat. The humidity. The blazing sun that melts your shoes if you stand still on the blacktop for 2 minutes. Totally normal for this...
As I have mentioned several times, we are a military family. We subject ourselves to stressful separations, frequent moves and general uncertainty about the future. ...
Bubbly. Creamy. Toasty. Sweet. Garlicky. Sound like something you might gravitate toward? Yeah, me too. As many of you know, I am obsessed with all...
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