Pulled pork is one of those nostalgic dishes that reminds me of the house I grew up in. Giant batches of my mother’s pulled pork would sit in the freezer until we couldn’t take it anymore, and would devour the lot.
This pulled pork sandwich features… you guessed it, BEER!
Nothing about this recipe is particularly difficult but it is a long process. Don’t let that dissuade you from tackling this yummy little sandwich. The processes can actually help you, come game days. Make the pulled pork a day ahead, along with the sauce, which will keep up to a week in the fridge. The cornbread could also be made ahead and grilled prior to serving.
If a diabetic coma induced by cupcakes is something you’re searching for… you’re in luck! I’m kidding, but this sweet treat might take you pretty darn close.
These little guys deliver tons of surprises in every bite. They are quite simply – magical!
It remains to be seen if whoopie pies will take the crown from cupcakes as queen of the portable sugary snacking device, but these guys might give them a run for their money.
The cakes are dense and moist, and the filing, ohhh the filling! Food trends are slightly different than clothing trends, in that most of them last longer than that Day-Glo outfit you couldn’t live without in the 80s, and most have legit reasons for finding their way into our cultural gastronomical stream of consciousness. Bacon, food trucks, farm fresh, Sriracha, these things have staying power, because they are fantastic! Nutella sits easily, and firmly on this list.
I take for granted that growing up in the semi-south, I had the privilege of birthdays with red velvet cake. In fact it was one of the best parts of having a birthday. Red velvet lovin’ wasn’t relegated to my childhood, the red velvet I had on my 21st was from Magnolia Bakery in New York City, and it was so amazing that I froze it and would eat tiny slivers when the mood stuck me.
I’ve been pretty vocal about my lack of interest in sweets, but another New York City temptation was cheesecake. Oh, Juniors and Roxy Delicatessen, why did you tempt me so?
Why the back story? To set the stage for the ultimate combo – Red Velvet Cheesecake Cake!
As a home baker, I am always on the quest for the perfect vanilla cupcake recipe. Seriously, why is it so hard to find a recipe that yields results like a silly little cupcake from the grocery store.
I found this particular recipe on the delightful site, I Heart Cuppycakes, and since it was from one of my fav local boys, Duff Goldman, I had to give it a whirl.
Ever been driving along mindlessly, and before you know it – you’ve sat through an entire song that you otherwise can’t stand? No, this isn’t a PSA against bad music, although I implore you to listen to the goods, this is a lesson in mindlessness.
It is entirely too easy to sit down with a bowl of this popcorn, mindlessly shovel it into your pie hole, and then realize you’ve eaten an entire batch.
I don’t want you getting sick – so take it easy with this stuff… please!
Attention ladies and gents – Valentine’s Day is around the corner, and you are about to be given the tools for a delectable sweet that will have your sweet thinking you are: a. thoughtful b. a great cook and c. not at all concerned with the size of their ass!
It’s the beginning of December and I’ve already purchased enough cans of Libby’s Pumpkin to support them until next November. Seriously, if I could throw pumpkin into everything during this time of year I would.
“That’s just crazy enough to work!” A dear friend busts out this comment when things seem utterly ridiculous - I adore it and it could not apply more than in the case of this recipe.
Captain Morgan and Cap’n Crunch in French toast? Get out! I tell you friends, this is sublime!
The beauty of my life as a novice baker lies partly in the fact that I don’t like sweets. Don’t get me wrong – I love baking them, smelling them, working with them and sharing them… my taste buds just prefer the savory side.
Trust me, this is a good thing. My list of food/beverage related vices is long enough that sparing me of sweet related calories is a God-send. Now when I start making my own cheese, beer and bread – we’ll be in trouble… “we” being my waist-line.