Here in the South it's shrimp season pretty much all year long. I'm ashamed to admit, though, that despite my years growing up here, shrimp and I never really had a chance to get acquainted.
That is, until I met a certain Southern gentleman and he and I decided to get married and settle down.
I remember one summer visit with our families when the aforementioned Southern gentleman and I were just engaged.
How does one have a garden without tomatoes? Tomatoes are a staple in every garden's summer bounty, right?
Well, not ours.
I may be queen in my kitchen, but the garden is one area that is outside my domain. It's not that I have a "black thumb." Or that I don't enjoy gardening. It's just that my husband has taken complete ownership of it. The garden is his realm. And it happens to be one of his favorite hobbies.
'Tis the summer season for grilled, juicy burgers and dinner out on the back porch.
Well, unfortunately, we don't have a back porch. Or a decent grill. So when it came time to make burgers this week, I pulled out my trusty old cast iron grill pan, set it on my stovetop to heat up, and proceeded to set the kitchen table.
That magnificent grill and picture-perfect patio would have to wait yet another year.
My husband grew up on the West Coast and consequently is a lover of all things Mexican. Truth is, nothing I make qualifies as true Mexican food in his mind.
But that doesn't keep him from loving this recipe...
Whether you're an authentic Mexican food lover or one satisfied with a Midwestern substitute, this recipe offers terrific flavor while being quick and easy to prepare. It's a great dinner option when the day has got the best of you, the kids are experiencing meltdowns, your blood sugar is dropping and your husband just suggested take-out. Not that I've ever experienced this. Yah, right.
I'm pretty sure that every American household has some form of mac n' cheese that's a family favorite. Both of my grandmothers have their own take on the traditional dish: one bakes hers in the oven until the cheese on top bubbles and turns brown, the other prefers the stove-top method and coats her pasta with a thick creamy sauce.
Prepared either way I can easily eat more than my fair share of the cheesy goodness. Can anyone relate with me or am I alone as a self-labeled mac n' cheese junkie?
In the country, I get more peace of mind that the wild plants and herbs I pick out there are safe and pesticide-free. That's just not the case in my neighborhood. So when I knew we were planning another trip out to my in-laws, I had every intention of picking fresh dandelion to bring back home with us.
Well, it didn't happen this time around. We returned home empty-handed after my couple failed attempts to get outdoors.
So what did I do instead? I purchased fresh dandelion leaves on a recent visit to Whole Foods. Yes, true story. I actually bought the most common weed on the face of the earth.