Hey Stephie. Yeah, you Stephie of Stephie Cooks!!! Surprise! Happy virtual bridal shower day!!!! Did we get’cha? I hope we surprised you because you deserve it and what’s better to wake up to on a Monday than a bunch of friends showering you with recipes made just for you! [Read more…]
If you wanted a real life glimpse into my weekly dinner repertoire, this dish is it! I seriously set this picture up, took the photo on this box, then moved the plates from the box to the table, and then moved the tacos from the plate to my face. That is real life, folks.
So many times growing up, we lived off fish sticks on those Lenten Fridays. When I tell Mike that we are having fish sticks for dinner, he groans. I even tried to give Andy a fish stick all slathered up in beautiful tartar sauce. I thought I was smarter than him because he loves any kind of sauce or sour cream or yogurt on anything. Alas, the kid took a bite of the fish stick, ate the breading off, and then spit out the fish. [Read more…]
Do you guys believe in past lives? Reincarnation? That whole shebang? Kind of deep for a Tuesday morning, eh? Don’t worry. This isn’t some religious rant or introspective piece. I know this space is a light hearted food blog, duh!
I have given it a lot of thought, and if I get to choose what I come back as, I have decided I am coming back as a dad. Yep, throwing in in the towel as a mom and living the good dad life. Moms out there, don’t you agree? [Read more…]
I am at a loss here. This weather is crushing my soul. In the short span of a day, it went from a balmy 70 degrees to a chilly 30 degrees. That means Andy, Weezer, and I were pretty much outside for an entire day and then back to shut ins the next. Do you know who doesn’t understand that you cannot play outside for an entire day when it is kind of chilly like that? I get it. Even Weezer gets it. But, Andy, uh uh. Can’t tell him nuthin! [Read more…]
Happy Saint Paddy’s Day, folks. That is, if you happen to be Irish and happen to do something special on this day. I am less than thirty percent Irish… I think. I know I am mainly Polish and German, with a dash of Swedish and Irish for good luck. I am little foggy on the percentages.
When growing up, my Polish Mom always made us corned beef, cabbage, potatoes, and carrots to honor the side of my Dad’s family that contains the Irish genes we all inherited. [Read more…]