In my quest to make 4 million, 738 thousand, 617 burgers this summer, I decided that today was as good as any to make it all about the mushroom. I love mushrooms. I am so in love with mushrooms. The weirder the spelling, the better. The stranger the texture, bring it on. The funkier the […]
Any guesses? THIS IS SO NOT HARD.
Recently I discovered a most beautiful food blog on the interwebers. The kind of blog that makes you gasp at the crisp photos, salivate at the colorful food, and leaves you wondering why they haven’t invited you over for dinner every single night….ever. While perusing their site for inspiration for my own cooking, I fell […]
We’re harvesting quite a bit of broccoli right now from our garden. (I can sense every kid ever wincing right now. SICK DUDE. KEEP ME AWAY FROM THAT YARD. DON’T GIVE MY MOM GET ANY IDEAS.) Aside from the insano health benefits of broccoli, the little florets are almost candy-like in this simple pasta dish. […]
….And they’re gone. My parents just packed the car, hugged us one last time and drove away. Even at 34 years of age, I always get a little misty-eyed when they leave. I know that will never change. Parents are great. They’re great for buying you dinner. They’re great for buying you new sheet sets […]
Who here doesn’t love a good plate of franks and beans?I know it carries a connotation of being somewhat of a kid’s meal, in canned form and resembling something along the lines of DEATH AND REGRET. I get it, I do. So why not fancy it up a bit? Make it a little more adult, […]
Are these not the cutest little onions ya ever done did see? I just want to give them a pacifier and rock them to sleep.
A few thoughts bouncing around in my brain hole today: * I really love Sophie B. Hawkins. * I really miss 90210. * I really hate bumble bees. * Why are they so BIG? * Why is the entire population of eastern Kansas pollinating my lil’ ole garden? * Speaking of my garden, YOWZA, it’s […]
Plums remind me of summer. Specifically, when I was a kiddo and visiting my grandparents in south Arkansas. They always seemed to have plums for some reason. They also had an old white truck that my sister and I would BEG to take rides in through the countryside. We’d ride in the open back bed, […]