I remember planning dinner parties and brunches in my twenties. It all centered around booze and fancy apps. I would look in this book I have called The Wine Bible and try and pair wines with tapas. For a small group of 10 friends I debearded and cooked mussels, roasted potatoes, made garlic bread, and created a whole meat and cheese platter. That was for just one dinner. Why did I go through all that? Plus ol’ party planner McGee didn’t count on the fact that everybody would only get 1-2 mussels. Dummy. [Read more…]
Hey, guys, can’t take much time to type you some big long ramble today. You see, now that it is nice outside, my son has decided he would like to take up permanent residence outdoors. This plan of his keeps him very happy but leaves me with little time for cooking, cleaning, or blogging.
I am sorry about this inconvenience. [Read more…]
Ah yes, me again. It has been a bit since our last chat/recipe. I am still here. Mike is on Spring break and Andy was battling a nasty cold for the last week. A very long week. I know there are worse things, but hearing the words, “It’s just a virus.” Is like the bane of my existence. Even pre-child, to haul your butt all the way to the doctor in the midst of a mucus attack on your system and have them say those words, ugh, would make me so frustrated. [Read more…]
Did you guys see this cute April Fool’s Day prank? It was probably my favorite. This was Mike’s favorite. I like good hearted and funny pranks. However, I also like some of those sucky-for-the-person-it-is-happening to pranks. In college, we used to switch entire contents of peoples closets, dump ice water on people in the shower, and pelt people with water balloons as they walked to their cars in the sorority parking lot. Yeah, we were kind of dicks.
We knew the pranking had to stop when showering to get ready for the day became a paranoid affair. I figured out that if is contorted myself and stood up against the far back corner of the shower stall I could mostly avoid the ice water. Thank God the prank days were short lived. Come on past Stef, grow up! [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…]