I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone tell me that they don’t like cornbread. I mean really, what’s not to like? At the same time, it’s not something you hear people raving about, either. Maybe it just needs a little “sprucing up”.Continue reading Tomato-Basil Cornbread
I have never met a Greek who didn’t like lemon. Or maybe I have, and they were just too embarrassed to admit it. It’s probably for the best.Continue reading Lemony Poppy Seed & Greek Yogurt Muffins
I present to you the most gourmet plate of weeds that you could possibly eat! Yes, weeds. You know, those things you rip out of the garden and toss away. Perhaps it’s time to redefine what we consider weeds.
Each year around Christmas I’ll buy a ham. Ironically, we never eat it for Christmas dinner. I just get it because I want ham and that’s usually the best time to find a good one.
This recipe was actually born from an epic fail of one of my earlier experiments in my cooking history. I was *trying* to make a pumpkin infused rice by cooking the rice inside of a pumpkin inside of the oven. It didn’t work.
If the original creator of pesto was still alive, it would be on my bucket list to find them and give them a long, garlicky kiss of thanks. I owe the quality of my gastronomic life to that person.
I was once complimented on my grape leaf rolling skills by an older lady at our church. This was a woman that prepared pans full of perfectly rolled bundles, and made sure everyone saw how good hers were. I was flattered!
There are few tasks when visiting family in Greece that I enjoy as much as going to the λαïκη (lye-ee-KEE), the farmer’s market. There you will find the ripest, most colorful produce, buckets of olives, slabs of feta, and the freshest seafood and meats. I drool walking past each display.
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?!
Okay, you know I can HEAR you rolling your eyes. Yes, I bother to make my own nut butter for two very good reasons: 1) control of my ingredients, 2) I’m tired of fighting with jars of stiff peanut butter and having the jar win.