Scouring the stacks and stacks of mags and books that decorate my shelves and floors for Christmas/holiday recipes, I came across a vintage gem that was added to the “to-make” list, immediately.
From a Better Homes & Gardens from 1992 had an add for Hidden Valley Sausage Stars, I followed up this discovery with a Pinterest search and saw that this recipe has been a staple in many homes for years.
Oddly enough, I rarely if ever saw deviations from the original. I could have taken this as a sign to not mess with perfection… but when have I ever done that?
Procrastination. Over-extension. These things do not mix.
And they are… me.
I bring this up to illuminate the fact that there are Grand Marnier/cranberry/chocolate truffles that required more chilling, rolling, and dipping time than I allowed in my morning. They were supposed to be today’s post. And are not. Hence, this post.
Day late, dollar short. Week late, day early. However you spin it, there’s a method to my madness. Well, not really a method, but a reason.
This post was intended to happen last week, and the week got crazy. So why not post it tomorrow, on a Thursday? Because something beautiful is about to happen friends… booze and cookies!
I’m launching an all out Holiday – two weeks of cookies and boozy cocktails, starting tomorrow. But I love this recipe so much that I couldn’t just let her fall by the wayside. So here she is, in her beer, cheesy, glory!
When I looked back on all my football foodie posts, I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t touched on potato skins! Like anyone would pass up a hollowed out shell of the mighty carb queen, filled with cheese, bacon, and other sinful delights!
Wings. Nachos. Fries. Meatballs. Dips.
Tired. Tired. Tired. Tired. Tired.
Don’t get me wrong… I love all of the aforementioned football treats. But they show up week after week on our Gameday tables.
And don’t we want more pigskin lovers? Don’t we deserve a break from the norm?
You’re darn right we do! And so I bring you, an unexpected treat, Indian inspired, and sure to delight the taste buds of your fellow cheering fans.
“Are the green guys in yet?” “Just checkin’ on the green tomatoes.” “No green tomatoes yet?” “Are they here?!?”
I’m fairly certain the fine folks at my favorite farmer’s market are freaked out by my borderline obsession with green tomatoes.
I can’t help it… I love them!
Hoping this post finds you enjoying your holiday weekend – you know, flags flying, beer flowing, endless tables of delicious eats!
If your celebrating continues into the weekend, have I got a dish for you. This is one of those dishes that has been around for ages, the origin is unknown, everyone has a different take on it, but, it, without a doubt, belongs on every picnic table.
Sweet, subtle, and earthy, leeks possess a unique ability to offer main ingredients support, without stealing the show. Quite simply, I hardcore them, and this time of year they are more beautiful, lovely, and yummy than ever.
Salty cheddar, hot sauce, beer, and leeks combine to form this delicious spread, perfect for Spring entertaining, or solo comfort munching.
It stinks. It really stinks! And yet, you keep leaning in to smell more. It’s gross. It’s really gross! And yet, you can’t look away. It tastes weird. It tastes really weird! And yet, you keep going in for another bite.
This scenario pertains to me as a kid and pimento cheese. It scared me. I wasn’t sure what it was. The stuff was bright orange. But, for some reason, I loved it. It could have been that in my mind pimentos were some magical creatures, but it was yummy and weird, all at the same time.
I’d like to think my more mature, and delicate palate appreciates the subtle nuances that make this delicacy a staple on most Southern tables. Or maybe, I just realized that it’s full of cheese and tiny little red things.
Your usual Thursday parts of wit, pith, and mirth will be played this week by beer, cheddar and weenies.
Take these three ingredients in. Let them wash over you. Now go. Make.
Depending on your team of choice, each year holds something different for you. For us sad Browns fans,
all most years we chalk up to “rebuilding.” For other teams, that Lombardi Trophy is so close, yet so far away. Others plain suck, but look forward to that nice draft pick. Others feel like sting of riding that middle .500. And others, believe it or not, just win!
This year, and this team of Touchdown Thursdays, we’re going all the way. No mediocrity. No buffalo chicken dip. No football decorated cupcakes. This is “put on your big girl panties, and DIG. IN. food.”
Enough with the pep talk, on to the hot deliciousness.