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I am late to the game on the Mississippi Roast recipe. But I’m so thankful I found it. My life is profoundly better having this in my belly. Mississippi Roast was created by a Southern gal named Robin Chapman, who has made it for family and friends for years. It was published in a local […]
It’s slow cooker season at my house. One good reason to bring out the Crock-Pot is to cook for friends.
It’s Super Bowl season, y’all! Did you guys catch the games this weekend? I mean……
Sundays are made for football. For brunch. For flannel. For cuddling with your fiancé. For not washing your hair.
After all of the debate, I ended up staying home on Super Bowl Sunday.
When it’s snowing and cold outside, and I have extra apples and cognac around from our holiday-stocked pantry inside, there’s only one thing to do.
Sunday afternoon. Me. Football. TV. Heaven. Sunday afternoon. E. Computer. Office. Heaven.
On Sunday nights of my childhood, my mother often made pot roasts.
Last week, I have not been giving one particular being in this household enough attention. No, not E, but the the beef brisket I bought on Monday that has sat in the fridge.
I ran the Brooklyn Half Marathon this weekend, which was an amazing but intense experience. On Saturday, I was up by 5:30 am to get over to the starting line just a short drive away. By the time I crossed the finish line in about two hours, E was there waiting with a smile.
I hadn’t made a Crock-Pot meal all week, and I didn’t want our favorite appliance to feel abandoned. While E cranked out code, I threw together chicken cacciatore.
Rating: I am a walking informercial for the Crock-Pot. The kitchen appliance has seriously changed my life.
E served up a beautiful, slow cooker meal of chicken and vegetables. We were getting good at mastering the art of crock pottery. He seasoned the meat with cinnamon, cloves, pepper and salt and browned it before putting it in the crock pot with a cup of wine, a cup of broth and a squeeze […]
There comes a time in every food bloggers life that she becomes so important–and so polarizing–that she needs security. That time has arrived for me. Call me the Sarah Palin of food, but I have a guy with a gun and a car to follow me around for a while just in case someone doesn’t […]
