I used to hate Brussels Sprouts when I was a kid. I don’t know why I decided to buy some and try cooking them myself several years ago. I’m honestly not sure why I do a lot of things, but oh well, it turned out to be a good decision!
I have noticed time and again that the best combinations of flavors happen to be with foods that are in season together. It’s not that other combos don’t work, they just don’t work as well.
Someone once uttered the phrase “that’s too much garlic.” It was like they were speaking English, but the words just didn’t make sense. What is this thing “too much garlic?” Is this even possible?!
You know you’re from California if you are a Mexican food snob. Yes, I know other states have a lot of Mexican influences in their cuisine, but that doesn’t mean it’s good. Just kidding! (not really)
My brain tends to get a multitude of ideas roaming around in it all at once. Much of the time those ideas have nothing to do with each other, but when I’m hungry those random thoughts start to coalesce around the concept of eating something. Shocking, I know.
I am home with a sick kid today. I want him nowhere near me because I hate getting sick (does anyone like it?). On the other hand, there’s that whole motherly love thing that drives me to want to take care of him. Is there any better cure-all than chicken soup? I think not.
Our church holds a Greek “food festival” at the end of summer each year. It has grown in epic proportions over the past few years, but during its smaller days our community would wrap up all the festivities (and work) with a relaxing luncheon on Sunday after church.
Turkeys are some pretty big birds. Roast one, and you’ve got yourself enough turkey to last until you start gobbling. Or maybe crying. Yep, probably crying. Don’t despair, help is here in the form of a modern twist on an old recipe.