Today marks my first post for the Secret Recipe Club, an online exchange among food bloggers created by Amanda from Amanda’s Cookin’. The idea behind this is that we’ll secretly be assigned a fellow food blogger’s site, and we must pick a recipe from that site to make for our own. Since I love finding …
Hey y’all! Today my fantastically funny and sparkly friend Kristan from Confessions of a Cookbook Queen is guest posting. Every time Kristan posts, I make sure I don’t have a drink in my hand, because I’m sure to be howling with laughter as I read, and it’s not ideal to spray the monitor with Diet …
Jamie and I “met” on twitter a long long time ago, and got to emailing when she needed a bunch of signs and business cards made in a hurry for a charity event. Being the graphic design guru that I am (well.. I can get around alright, anyway), I was happy to help her out …
I’m away for the next five days or so in sunny Key West, FL. Several of my blogging buddies are filling in for me. First up: Tracy from SugarCrafter. Tracy and I first met at Big Summer Potluck last year, though I’d been a long time admirer of her site. I can attest to just …
Yesterday, I posted a recipe for Tacos de Camaron. Those beautiful Jumbo Shrimp were so succulent and tasty, I have to tell you. I was even more grateful to have them on my dinner table because they were provided to me by the Anderson Seafoods company.
Anderson Seafoods has stood for integrity and honest hard work in the seafood industry for over 30 years. I’d actually heard of them before they contacted me and asked me to do a review – one of the pizza restaurants I used to work at as a teenager used them as a supplier for all the seafood that went in our pasta dishes. I know they do good work. I know they provide quality food that I’d be happy to eat any time of day.
Tacos de camaron (kam-ah-rohne) are a standard on most Mexican restaurants where I come from. Some people think of them as Shrimp fajitas, others simply shrimp tacos. Any way you look at it, you’re looking at a delicious dinner in a very short amount of time. Grilling season starts this weekend, and we’ll all be …
Y’all, are you aware that Memorial Day is next weekend? I honestly can’t believe it, myself. This year has just *flown* by, and the only reason I can really accept that it’s actually Memorial Day weekend coming up is that The Brit and I are going to Florida Keys for five glorious days. It’s our …
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a more stunning piece of kitchen equipement as the Le Creuset Doufeu. Seriously – when I took it out of the box, it was art, sitting right there on the stovetop.
You’re probably asking yourself what in the world a doufeu is, and how in the world do you say it? First, let’s start with the pronunciation. A doufeu or Dough-foo is a cast iron French oven made with a special lid specifically designed to baste your food as it cooks.
You see there how the lid is quite large, and has a big “bowl” in the center of it? That bowl is crucial to the Le Creuset genius. The lower part of the pot is like any other Le Creuset you might own – cast iron, covered with enamel, and perfect for searing any of your favorite meats and vegetables.
Where the Doufeu stands apart is in the lid. After you’ve started the cooking process, and you’re simply ready to let everything in the pot simmer, you put the doufeu lid on, and then fill the lid with ice cubes. Yes, ice cubes.
It’s no secret that I’m a huge Disney enthusiast, or as my friend Amanda Tinney says, I’m simply a “Disney Peep”. One of my favorite restaurants at Walt Disney World is located at the Polynesian Resort, or as us Disney veterans refer to it as, “The Poly”. The Polynesian was created to pay homage to …
On Saturday, my nephew David turns 5. Five years ago, my husband and I had just disembarked from a cruise ship, and barely made it through customs (where cell phones are not allowed) when my phone began to ring. I answered it to hear both my mother’s tears, and Davey’s first cries too. There I stood, in the middle of a sidewalk at New York City’s cruise pier, crying my eyes out.
Four months later, I met Davey for the first time. We gathered at Canyon Lake, Texas, a place that my sister and I spent the majority of our childhood summers, spring breaks, and long weekends. Chellee and Jeremy walked out of their cabin, and put a little baby wearing only a diaper into my arms. He promptly threw up on me.