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
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
Hatch chiles are grown in Hatch, New Mexico and now and then, they show up at grocery stores across the nation due to the kind people at Melissa’s Produce. They are currently here in Richmond, VA and they will be in Virginia Beach soon. They say that the intense sunlight and cooler nights in the valley stretching along the southern-most blend of the Rio Grande result in a uniquely flavored chile. Hatch chiles are available in mild to medium hot heat and are only in season for about six weeks, so if you see them or they come to a store near you, you should get there quickly and stock up.
The grocery stores can roast the chiles for you or you can buy them raw and roast them yourself. I did some of each. Then, we made Mexican pizzas with a Hatch chile enchilada sauce and ground beef with roasted Hatch chiles. It was spicy, savory, salty and incredibly decadent. Continue reading
Today is hot dog day in America. Because it makes
sense no sense to celebrate an American holiday about American food with food from France, I am suggesting you make Parisian-style hot dogs. I know it sounds crazy, but I promise it’s delicious. These are one of my favorite snacks from Europe. To make it work, use a French cheese like Gruyere or Raclette and a spicy French mustard. Continue reading