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.
Planning a special dinner for that special someone this Thursday? Nothing says “love” like beer and cheese… or maybe that’s just my version.
Chances are you have a fondue pot that’s been lying in wait since the 70s, dying to see the light of day, set him free. This fondue is so easy to throw together, you’ll be sipping martinis and dunking in about 20 minutes.
No Super Bowl spread would be complete without a mass of cheese disguising itself as a dip, so here she is! This fondue-like mess is chalk full of yummy bits- jalapeños, chorizo, cilantro and tomatoes, just to name a few.
Apparently there’s some sort of sporting event taking place in a week; a sort of nationally televised gladiator type thing. Eh, who cares?!
Ha. Yeah right. It’s here!!! The moment we’ve been waiting for all year. I don’t have a pony in this race, but seeing as how I’m from Maryland and am surrounded by Ravens fans, I might have to throw my support their way. I’m still up in the air.
It happened you guys. Call it a gust of wind in my sails. A wind beneath my wings. A fire under my butt. The dawning of a new day.
Maybe it’s the killer Redskins game I went to on Monday. The hustle, bustle, and merriment of the holiday season. Or just more sleep. Whatever it is, like my boy Constanza says, “I’m back, baby!”
I’m super-mega pumped to bring you some great holiday ideas and recipes in the coming month, so let’s get started!
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.
It’s been a long held belief of mine that hand pies would be the next big thing to hit the food truck craze. They’re small, they’re cute, they’re portable, they’re easily adapted for the sweet or savory lover.
They also conjure images of Patti Lupone stuffing them with humans… but I digress.