I mean really, is there anything better than a grilled cheese sandwich? I don’t think there is. The unpretentious grilled cheese CAN be fancy enough for a dinner party if you provide the right fixin’s – and the cooking method ensures you’ll have eight crispy, melty sandwiches ready at EXACTLY the same moment.
“Fazool” is how you pronounce it, in case you’ve been holding back ordering it due to possible waiter embarrassment. This soup is a make again (and again and again) for my little family as well as my parents and in-laws. Adapted from America’s Test Kitchen, its flavor is unparalleled.
I’ve read before that having something sweet with your healthy breakfast isn’t the worst thing, and could even help with weight-loss. I refuse to do further research because I don’t want to read any evidence to the contrary. I eat a small handful of Ghirardelli bittersweet chocolate chips with my coffee every morning, and I’m just so (ignorantly) happy that science backs me up here.
My mom can be a bit of a contrarian – especially when it comes to technology. She staunchly believes that it’s out to get her and that the old way is almost always better. Case and point, I can talk about her on my blog because she seldom reads it (since it’s on the computer).
Lately I’ve been led in the kitchen by hankerings. Aren’t they just the darndest? Midmorning on one of our several (hundred) (stupid) recent snowdays, I wanted peanut butter caramel corn. Inexplicably, really, as it’s a recipe I posted almost three years ago. I had everything on hand and nothing was going to stop me.
I find so many parallels between Italian and Mexican food. You basically have a grain (pasta or tortilla), a tomato based sauce, veggies, meats, and a whole lot of cheese in every dish. To me, enchiladas are the Italian equivalent of manicotti – I know, this is not rocket science, it’s fairly obvious. Food makes me philosophical.
It’s always important to consider the crowd when you’re charged with bringing food somewhere. Recently I was to bring something sweet to a lunchtime play date. My cousin Katie was going to be there and she’s a ravenous breast-feeding skinny girl – the other two ladies I don’t know quite as well but I knew for sure they weren’t health food nuts. Let’s be real for a second, though; I wanted cream cheese brownies and this was a great excuse to make and eat them.
The other day someone mentioned a recipe from homebeccanomics that they make every week as a family favorite. I said in return, “I LOVE THAT RECIPE”. She was confused because I looked sad. I had to then explain that the problem with constantly being on the search for new recipes is that you rarely remake the old ones. I bring this up because I make these sliders every year for the Superbowl because I firmly believe I won’t like another recipe any better.
Have I mentioned before that I seriously suffer in the tech department? The fact that this blog exists at all is entirely due to my brother in law, Tom, who bought the domain space and invented the name (and then taught me how to make posts).
On the most recent snow day I was chatting with a friend at 8 am and she told me she was making her family pancakes. It sounded cozy and sweet; I was immediately taken back to my post-wedding pancake disillusionment.
The only bad thing about this recipe is that when you go to take the skillet from the oven after baking, your arm might fall off. I opted to stop the fall by grabbing the hell-hot dish with my bare hands – lest we lose brunch. This is a substantial meal that serves a lot of people (and makes them all happy).
During a mani-pedi sesh with one of my best friends, her mom, and her sister, they filled me in on where we’d be heading for dinner that night. It was her 30th bday and we had to bully her into a dinner out; she is an attention-phob. Anyways – during their explanation they mentioned a bruschetta that sounded mind-blowing. After ordering (and devouring) it that night, I knew I had to have it again and attempting to make it would be my surest bet.