My husband is a hunter. It’s his hobby, pastime, passion. He brings home the bacon in both senses. And I like the idea of getting some of our meat from the wild instead of a grocery store.
I was raised, however, in the era of the cleaned and washed, plastic wrapped, part-labeled meat package. Very neat and tidy with no confusion as to what piece of meat you have. To my dismay, the person who does the packaging of the meat my husband brings him is not too concerned with which part is which, there are no labels at all. Obviously, to him “parts is parts”.
The summer my husband and I got married, we went on a trip to Paris. I was in food heaven. Crusty bread with every meal, wine all the time, and cheese, cheese, and more cheese. At restaurants the waiters would come around with the cheese tray so you could pick which cheeses you wanted and they would just slice some onto your plate to eat with your crusty bread. It was cheese bliss.
We have what I call a small zoo at our house. Two dogs, a bunny and a guinea pig that all eat, drink and make waste, to put it mildly. The kids have to be reminded quite often who these animals belong to and whose responsibility they are. We have threatened to give away said animals quite often, also. But as I was looking through my photos this weekend, I discovered that the animals do find a way to get a little attention. This was just too funny not to share. Continue reading
Most days I would rather just have a plate full of different appetizers than a main dish. What I like most about going to parties is getting to do just that, and being able to see what kinds of new things are available. Just when you think you’ve seen it all, someone brings something like Captain’s Wafers wrapped in bacon and Parmesan cheese, or cream cheese covered with caramel and toffee bits, or chocolate chip cheese ball. Continue reading
You know how it goes. You’ve made something really yummy and the last one is waiting at home for you after you’ve say, taken the kids to school in the wee hours of the morning, or worked all day, or worked out extra hard, etc. Then when you finally get to the kitchen to sit down and enjoy your treat, all you find is AN EMPTY PLATE. Continue reading
In honor of the Inauguration yesterday, I baked up a batch of World Peace Cookies. If only baking cookies could solve the problems of the world…
Our new President has a hard road ahead and I, like everyone, hope he is what America needs to get us through. In the meantime, bake some cookies for you and yours and spread some peace in your own corner of the world. Continue reading
We live in a small town on the outskirts of a larger metropolitan area. Since we moved here just about a year and a half ago, many restaurants have come and gone. A pizzeria, two delis, an Italian restaurant, a country kitchen, and a bar and grill have all closed. We still have a barbecue place, a chicken shack, two bar and grills, and a southern style restaurant, along with the usual smattering of fast food and pizza chains. But the restaurants that really do the business here are the Mexican and Chinese places. There are at least three Chinese restaurants that I can think of, and there may be more hidden somewhere in the strip malls. I have to admit that I haven’t been to any of them, and not for any reason in particular, but I’ve heard they are all pretty good. A new Mexican restaurant just opened up last week, which is really a good thing, since the other one is packed every night of the week. I have been to both of these, and I can say they are both pretty good, too. I just have one complaint. Continue reading