…for ladies who lunch shamelessly. In March of 2020, just days before the world shut down, I Thelma’ed* out to Colorado for a road trip with Louise of the West. On the last day we had an encounter with a green chile bison burger at the Old West Café in Fort Garland. It was divineContinue reading “Rocky Mountain sammies…”
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a tale of two dumplings…
….hyperbole to the rescue. I checked out of my kitchen for a week, and have traveled solo to meet up with one of my Louises. It was time to breathe in some Rocky Mountain air, attempt a little yoga, ski some quiet XC trails and laugh until dawn. I’ve been asked by Husband to kindlyContinue reading “a tale of two dumplings…”
my bell pepper divorce
…why bland is the new yucky. I might need to break up with green bell peppers. They have become bossy, bland contrarians in my otherwise happy kitchen. To be clear, I’m not ditching red or yellow or orange bells; they may stay. But with all the other fun green choices so readily available – hatch,Continue reading “my bell pepper divorce”
all I had to do was boil water…
…and dinner would have been ready in 9-11 minutes. Rather than rambling and disjointed, let’s pretend this post is a quirky and inventive discussion about risk, reward and the silliness that often ensues. This week the plan was to celebrate green vegetables as vibrant disrupters and co-conspirators, not simply loyal sidekicks. Originally I wanted toContinue reading “all I had to do was boil water…”
of all the yakis in the world…
…okonomiyaki just might be my fave. When you think of Japanese food, you might think of meticulously crafted sushi or an elaborate kaiseki dinner, a multi-course parade of curated delights. These formal foods are often associated with dramatic images of Shinto shrines, Buddhist temples and Zen gardens. I suppose they are not the worst stereotypesContinue reading “of all the yakis in the world…”
in defense of marginally sexy food…
….the rehabilitation of “creamy” rice and beef stew. I never liked risotto. I just didn’t get it. Growing up in the South it wasn’t really a featured menu item and I didn’t have an Italian grandmother with a secret family recipe to pass down. We ate long-grained white rice, noodles, hominy and mashed potatoes, butContinue reading “in defense of marginally sexy food…”
pantry raid…
…the upside to culinary hoarding. I had lots of actual work work this week, as in my sports photography thing. Wrestling, swimming and basketball rarely happen in the 9-to-5 block, so most nights my peeps relied on the frozen reserves. Wednesday was my only weeknight to cook and even then I managed to get caughtContinue reading “pantry raid…”
is a soufflé a delightful indulgence?
or just a heartbreaking pain in the ass? Most days I am fairly grounded. I value humor, intellect and honesty over glitz and glam, but I can also be a dreamer and a romantic. And do I love to treat myself every now and then. After all, I have both a favorite spatula and aContinue reading “is a soufflé a delightful indulgence?”
sheet-panning…
weeknight easy button or just another encrusted pan to soak/ignore? Of the many online “what to cook tonight?” crazes during the pandemic, tossing everything on a sheet pan and letting it ride at 450° was near the top. I was late to that party mostly because every time I read the words “sheet pan” aContinue reading “sheet-panning…”
a few thoughts on inspiration…
…which is not the same as a plan – y’all know there’s never a plan, right? Briny, savory, sweet and bathed in garlic, Chicken Marbella is both a festive crowd-pleaser and a perfect comfort food. It’s neither new nor innovative (in fact, it screams 1980) but I faithfully return to these perfectly matched flavors andContinue reading “a few thoughts on inspiration…”
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