Wowza, this recipe. The tall one is tricky when it comes to meat. He doesn’t really feel like a meal is a meal without it, but he’s picky. Chicken is often blah to him, though one of our boys could have it with every meal. He likes pork, but only some types. Steak is good, but
Ok, this is an emotional memory lane kind of moment. My grandma, my dad’s mom, wore red glasses. I would often refer to her as Grandma Red Rims. She and her sister were pillars in my life growing up. I cannot begin to express all of the ways they’ve impacted me. One small way can be
So, I’m a bit famous for this pizza. Not really, but I do make it a lot. It’s probably one of the most requested meals by my sons. I wish I could claim the brilliant recipe, but like most of my recipes it is truly someone else’s. In this case, the recipe comes from my
Holy moly, this recipe. A friend recently recommended it to me. I have all of the Barefoot Contessa’s cookbooks, so I’m not sure how I missed this one. It’s in her book Parties, if you have it. The link to the original recipe can be found HERE, but let me tell you what I love about it and
I’m pretty sure my mom got this recipe from my grandmother. I’m betting Grandma put in more butter. My mom counts this as a “side” dish, when clearly, it’s a dessert. This dish screams 1970s or 80s to me, though I’m not sure why. It seems like one that would have been listed in a