I love my husband for many reasons; a small but easy to overlook reason is his low-maintenance approach to food. He enjoys haute cuisine like anyone else, but his “food is fuel” mentality makes him easy to please on any given week night. Usually dinner looks like some type of meat (usually just sauteed with olive oil, salt and pepper) and a few roasted or sauteed veggie options. The other night when I thawed some halibut and started to peel a butternut squash, I realized that regardless of his needs, I needed my dinner to be jazzed up a bit. And then there came almond sauce.
I don’t have a lot of dips on this site, and that’s because I don’t really make dip. That’s not to say I don’t enjoy it, though, it’s just that most dips are diet snafoos (that can’t be how that’s spelled). Anyways – I love the flavor of spinach and artichoke dip and thought I could find that balance – a dip that still tastes cheesy, creamy, and indulgent but a) doesn’t have mayo, and b) has ingredients that will make my body happy and make me feel good about sharing with my toddler.
S0 it’s almost April, and maybe you took advantage of the latest 40% coupon and bought some of those cute “boyfriend” shorts I just saw at the Gap. And then maybe you drove directly to CVS and bought sunless tanner for those pale snail legs. And then you bought enough salad greens for at least two weeks worth of meals.
Whenever I state something about my future with absolute certainty, the opposite inevitably comes true. For example, I once said, “I would never date a gym teacher” (some inane idea about them just wanting to play games all day – whereas now I’m like, um hellooo that’s awesome). Regardless, I’ll give you two guesses as to my husband’s occupation.
Back in the day I was a “brownie” and wore the ugly sash but I never made it up the ranks or sold a box of cookies. When my friends partook of this cookie many reviewers mentioned how they resemble a girl scout cookie, but no one could remember the name. I looked it up – it’s a Do-Si-Do!
You probably don’t watch The Bachelor or The Bachelorette—I’m sure you prefer cool, edgy, programs that straddle boundary lines and promote stimulating conversation (or at least, you tell people you do). I for one, shamelessly look forward to Monday nights. The show is mindless, silly, and absolutely addicting. I’ll never forget an episode from last year when one of the contestants told the lovely Emily over dinner that she “should try this, it’s called kwin-oh-ah.” Well shucks, that’s embarrassing. The poor guy was talking about quinoa, but pronounced it the way all of my students do.
With this picture and title, I doubt I’ll have to work very hard to convince you how delicious this bread is. My husband averaged four pieces a day and it was gone in a flash – I still have leftover bread flour so I’ll most likely be making it again this weekend. Instead of going on and on about the nooks and crannies and how it’s far and away better than anything store bought, I’ll talk about how EASY it was to make.