I wanted to take a better photo of this amazing lasagna, but when I went back to do it in the daylight, there was none left. The man of the house really, really loves this lasagna and apologizes to the readers for eating the photo opportunity. He says we’ll just have to make it again. I think he’s right. Continue reading
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Yesterday was a big day around here. It’s been cloudy and rainy and if it wasn’t raining in the past week, it was drizzling. It was yucky, plain and simple. But then something happened – the sun came out. It was a bright, beautiful orb I barely recognized, and I know I wasn’t alone because my Twitter and Facebook feeds were filled with people just as surprised as I was about the suddenly bright and shiny October sky. I ran outside of my office building and stood in the warm sunshine for a few minutes to soak up the vitamin D I’d been lacking for so long. I felt the light breeze against my face and neck and watched the golden leaves fall to the ground around me with a soft rustle. It was everything I love about fall – warm, but dry air and a cool, soft breeze. My mood instantly boosted, and I hopped in the car to drive home, where Jay and I promptly dug into the brownies I’d made the day before with some delicious natural vanilla ice cream. An ode to summer, a last goodbye and my delicious moment with my family. Continue reading
Pumpkin spiced everything is everywhere. That is the sentence that sums up fall so far, at least in the world of food. Pumpkin bagels, pumpkin coffee, pumpkin cream cheese and pumpkin whipped mocha java yadda yadda are on every billboard, store front and blog. I love pumpkin as much as the next food blogger, but I have my limits. And mostly, that limit is drawn where 100% real pure pumpkin puree becomes an odd chemical concoction that may or may not have stemmed from a lab mistake. I like to roast my own pumpkin (more on that soon), but if I don’t have time for that, I’ll buy the 100% pumpkin puree that comes in a can. Please note the difference between pumpkin pie filling and pure pumpkin puree. Continue reading
Growing up, I mostly lived with my dad, as I was yet another 1980s-born statistic that came from divorced parents. We lived out in the country in Virginia, but not just the country, we lived on the river. If you happen to be from a rural “on the river” town, you know there’s a difference between those people and mountain country people. I like to think, perhaps because I’m biased, that being from Virginia’s river country is a slightly (let me emphasize that word) more upscale version of country bumpkin than mountain country, because even though girls came to our senior prom in dresses made from camo and I once saw a deer being skinned in the garage of my neighbor’s mansion, we didn’t eat roadkill. Instead we ate blue crabs and attended local oyster festivals. We bought our food from local farm stands on the side of the road, and the kids working those stands were the kids in my 5th period English class. If there’s one thing I remember about those farm stands, it’s the tomatoes. Boy, those tomatoes were good.
But today is not about tomatoes, it’s about steak – London broil, specifically. What on earth does London broil have to do with the river country or tomatoes sold at the Sisson family produce stand? Well, nothing really, except that London broil reminds me of my dad, and when I think about my dad and me eating London broil for dinner, these are the things that come to mind. Continue reading
The weather is (supposed to be) getting milder as we move into autumn here in Virginia. Unfortunately, the highs for this week are still in the 90s, but we’ll get there eventually! I’m just excited that football season is finally here and I can root for my Wahoos, my 49ers and my Redskins as they make their way through the 2013 season. I am also hoping to win at least one of my Fantasy Football games this year, but I won’t bore you with those details. The important thing here is what you eat when you watch the games, right?
My favorite recommendation for football parties this year is this faux-smoked brisket that reminds me a little bit of the famous brisket from Franklin Barbecue in Austin, TX. Now, I’m not saying it’s authentic, because those guys have huge smokers that work for days on end, but the general idea is there. Here’s how I did it. Continue reading