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Super Bowl Snackdown I: Bagna Beans
If you can’t find anything nice to say about anyone, come sit here by me. Super Bowl Sunday: Some people gather to watch the game and eat nachos and wings, others to watch the Puppy Bowl (good job, MVP Abigail the Parsons’ Terrier!) and Olympia Dukakis movies and eat Bagna Cauda Bean Spread. I leave ...
Buon’giorno di Nutella!
I’m not drunk, I just can’t feel my nose. Saturday night. What’s a fun-loving 30-year-old, city-dwelling gal to do while her partner is out with his friends? Stay home, put on some pajama pants, and bake chocolate cookies while getting a little tipsy on a single bottle of 10% alcohol Belgian trippel beer and watching ...
Leftovers for…dinner?!
Won’t you please, please cheese me? After Thursday night’s meat-o-rama, I didn’t eat for most of the day. I wasn’t stuffed from the night before, am not dieting and didn’t feel sick; my body just didn’t feel the need to eat for a while after, and with good reason. I decided to trust my gut ...
Thursday Night Smackdown: Holy cheese-filled beef, Batman!
It’s Thursday, I’m in love. Tonight, from Susan Spicer’s Crescent City Cooking: herb cheese-stuffed beef filets with bordelaise sauce, simple roast potatoes and carrots, and green salad with cider dressing, apple, comte and hazelnut. This is the ultimate over the top need-to-impress-someone meal, and though it takes a little time to pull it all together ...
Hardly even a recipe.
Anyone who would like to donate a Nikon D70 is free to do so at any time. Shrimp + garlic + good butter + red pepper + pasta = tasty and satisfying homemade dinner suitable for the I-don’t-feel-like-cooking-but-I-can’t-order- any-more-Pad-Thai-takeout nights. You say you don’t have those nights? You’re never too tired or stressed to whip ...
Sometimes you feel like a nut.
And sometimes you *really* feel like a nut. Today was supposed to be leftovers for lunch day, as there is a container of blackened tilapia with poblano rajas and cream with my name on it in the fridge. Unfortunately (1) I woke up feeling like my head was being slowly crushed in a powerful, needle-lined ...
What we have here is a failure to communicate.
It was a dark and stormy night. Waiter, there something in my… thing that was meant to be a terrine, but is, as we will soon see, not. Many thanks to The Passionate Cook for inspiring my first Abject Failure Blogging. Although this blog has been savory-focused until now, among my circle of ravenous office-mates ...