Uhhhhh yeah. That would be fig butter all over this thing. But before we begin, is it bad form to want to offer a hurricane a drink? Isaac is going to be here shortly and I’m so excited I’m putting on dang mascara. Fig butter. Doesn’t it sound so Downton Abbey or something? “Me Lady, […]
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Little Taste of Fall
My husband is watching Tron Legacy, which obviously means I’m left scratching my armpits. So, I thought I’d show you a picture of what’s going on in our front yard. This is our dogwood tree, in all its fall glory. It is SO gorgeous on our street right now. Various tones of golds, browns, reds, […]
First Tablespoon Article!
It’s the moment we’ve all been waiting for! Well, *I* have, at least. Remember how I told you about becoming a part of the Tablespoon.com team? Well, I’m still squealing every 5 minutes and running around like a butternut squash with its head cut off. (see what I did there?) Without further ado, I present […]
Fall Salad with Prosciutto, Pear and Roasted Endive. And Candied Walnuts.
Poll Time: How do you pronounce the freaking word “endive?” Is it AWN-DEEVE? or N-DIVE? I really want it to be AWN-DEEVE, because that’s the way the lady says it in the car commercial when she’s trying to unlock her tricked-out car but she’s at the wrong car because she really drives a station wagon […]
Chili with Chicken and Beans
I really need to trim my toenails. OH, HEY. Wow, you’re quiet. How long have you been standing there? Wow. Remember yesterday when I told you about my husband cooking for me all weekend due to an expensive mountain bike purchase? (I’m still coping.) Well, this here chili was another one of his creations. You […]
Roasted Butternut Squash and Kale Pizza
A couple of evenings ago my phone danced around on the kitchen table, alerting me of a new text. “I’ve some got butternut squash from my parent’s garden for ya. Can I drop by real quick?” Sa-weeeeet. We hadn’t grown any butternut squash in our garden this year (or ever), so when Carly brought the […]
Spaghetti and Meatballs
From the ages of 9 to 19, I lived in New Mexico. I lived in a small desert town in the Southeastern corner called Hobbs. We used to say, “It’s not what’s in Hobbs, it’s WHO’s in Hobbs.” Boy was that the freaking truth. Because WHAT was in Hobbs was tumbleweeds, oil and HEAT. And […]