Dinner

Tell you what – Migas are kind of a mess to look at. But in that good, ooooh look at all those lovely yummy bits sort of way.

What are Migas, you ask? Well, they’re a Tex-Mex breakfast food. Corn tortilla strips are fried in oil with a touch of salt until lightly crispy, then whipped eggs, and if you fancy it – peppers, onions, and cheddar cheese – are added and scrambled together. Traditionally they are served with fried potatoes and refried beans (which I promise, aren’t really fried at all, so as not to completely terrify your arteries with my description).

Deep fried turkey is pretty delicious. But I know what you’re thinking – you’re pretty dern skeerred of turkey frying. Don’t be. Just stick with me, okay? I have great memories of frying a turkey in the backyard at my Nanny and Gaga’s. The men all standing around a great big pot of boiling oil, …

Dear Internet: I would like you to know that I have solved the KFC recipe mystery. Well, kinda. Let me explain.. See, a while back, I went to BlogHerFood in San Francisco. And while we were there, we ate lots of yummy food from all over. But I’m a card carrying snacker, and one of …

Buttermilk Fried Chicken. Nothing conjures images of checked gingham, wicker picnic baskets and Fourth of July fireworks like a perfectly succulent fried chicken drumstick. Biting through the crispy, salty, perfectly juicy leg is to remember everything that’s right with Southern food. So maybe it’s bad for your arteries, but it sure is good for your …

When you’re from Texas, you feel a certain responsibility to how you treat beef. Texas is cattle country, first and foremost, from the panhandle to the southernmost tip. Even the Ford Motor Company knows how seriously we take our cattle ranching – they developed the King Ranch Edition Ford F150 for the largest cattle ranch …

If you’ve seen or even heard of the television show Friday Night Lights, you might have an inkling as to how important local high school football is to Texan culture – especially South Texan culture. There are entire towns in South Texas where the *only* thing to do, talk about, or enjoy on a weekend …

Why do I call it miraculous? Because my husband ate it. “That’s not a miracle!”, you say – unless you know James. My husband has an aversion bordering on phobia of most things cheese. There’s no rhyme or reason to it, as he’ll eat pizza, cheeseburgers, and cheddar and crackers. But if you put fondue, …

I can’t tell you a lie. James and I are really horrible at eating leftovers. Whether it’s from a restaurant or delicious food made right here at home, both of us are horrible at facing that same flavor combination the next day. I’ve found a way to combat that though, when it comes to chicken. …

Today was the first day in a very long time that some semblance of warmth enveloped Northern New Jersey. It was absolutely glorious. I can only blame myself, full of procrastination and a roaring upper respiratory infection, for not updating sooner. I’ve even had the pictures for this update uploaded to flickr for nearly two …

Believe it or not, a lot of the time, I don’t use recipes. I let the ingredients guide me. Case in point: the delicious creation you’re feasting your eyes on just above these words. After a trip to Trader Joe’s, I had a new bottle of Marsala wine. I’d never really cooked with it, though …