I’m kind of behind on cooking, so we’re looking at babies today. Zat kewel weeyeth yew? Don’t tell anyone I just said “behind on cooking.” 1) So this is their new real estate business card photo. What do you think? She was all, “Ya know, I really like my elbow on his shoulder. It says […]
I just figured out your new favorite lunch of all time. It involves sun-dried tomatoes (yes, again). And mascarpone cheese. And the grainiest, sproutiest bread you can find. A kiss and half of butter. Your giddy pants. Like always, I buy a tub of the mascarpone cheese with a fat stash of plans to make […]
It’s been a long time since I’ve had good ole fish for supper. It’s also been a long time since I’ve said the word supper. I never say supper. Do you? Is it a regional thing? My parents say supper. I also don’t say folks. Do you? My folks are fixin’ supper. I also don’t […]
You better get ready to skip to your Lou. ‘Cuz that Lou of yours is about to be on fire with all the skipping. My darlin’. This is one of those supah easy springy singy shrimpy lemony pasta-y dishes that you can whip together in the few minutes right before New Girl starts. I even […]
So, after three and a half months of being locked up and tied to rusty metal hooks in the walls of a cold, dingy basement in the bottom of an old dragony dungeon castle (or, winter at my house), the babies finally talked us into dragging them down to Arkansas to show ’em off a […]
Apparently my mouth thinks it’s still winter. Isn’t it wonderful? So, have you ever had Five-Alarm Chili? Da-hudes. It’s HOT. But I like my face to rain, so I don’t mind. Thing is, Aaron keeps buying bags of corn chips. Like Fritos, ya know. The ones that you plunge into bean dip. He won’t stop. […]
You’ll have to forgive this onslaught of warm, comforting soups IN THE SPRING. Doesn’t get any better next week either. But you know what? I don’t even care because to me soup is an always thing. I’m not really using springy vegetables in this dish either, but you know what? I ain’t even gern stress […]
Pho pho pho your boat, gently down your throat. Who else is sad I don’t write food jingles? And also, I know it’s technically pronounced “fuh,” but fuh fuh fuh your boat made me feel awkward on the insides. I would say, “what the fuh!” but my mom would remove me from her will. So […]
Because by the end of this post, your ovaries will have borrowed the car, taken it for a joy ride, hit some mailboxes with baseball bats, stolen a cat, smoked cigarettes, gotten a tattoo, seen the very face of God, repented its sins, gone home to safety, taken a shower with The Crying Game playing […]
Doesn’t this look . . . soooo good . . . ? Ugh. I don’t even care. It looks awful because I’m a total d-bag and added way too much sour cream thinking, “oooo it will be so creamy and so awesome and so gorgeous an-” No. It’s so not. But the sun is out […]
