Showing posts with label Garlic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Garlic. Show all posts

2.11.2011

Chameleon of Deliciousness

Psst. Over here.


It's me, your trusty and beloved slow cooker. Any plans for the weekend? Want to - I don't know - collaborate on a project? Look, I'll just come right out and say it. I miss you.

12.21.2010

The Most Serious and Sloppy Things

Those who know me know a few, irrefutable things about me. I think that pickles are important. I measure picky eaters with the concerned eye of a teacher whose student says they hate reading. I am passionate about the skin on chocolate pudding. I'm not prone to long bouts of serious conversation. And I take green chile very, very seriously.


9.16.2010

Conversations with My Husband About Dinner: Cast Iron Skillet Chicken Edition



3:33 PMme: I actually have a bunch of work to do. Whatever, it will make this already crazy fast day even faster. Then it's you, a chicken and our cast iron skillet.
3:34 PM Sean: Indeed.
  Do you need anything else from the store, or is it just the chicken?
  We have broccoli and some tomatoes.
3:35 PM me: Nope, just chicken. I may have already formulated a plan for other things.
 Sean: Awesome!
 me: i.e., cheddar garlic grits and butter-braised cabbage and broccoli.
 Sean: Cause I want more snickerdoodle ice cream, which I might just cash in on.
  WHOA!
 me: Yeah.
 Sean: WHOA_OA_OA.
 me: Ha ha ha.
 Sean: Fuck me and call me Sally.
3:36 PM me: Now you're just hamming it up for the blog.

The end.

7.26.2010

A Lovely Surprise

Garlic. Flowers.


How is it possible that I've never seen these before? Aside from the fact that I instantly wished they could be my wedding bouquet (they'll be out of season by the end of August), finding these at our farmer's market this weekend was such a lovely surprise.

I have no idea what to do with them. Anyone have any bright ideas? The farmer said she doesn't even bother chopping them, just crumbles them up with her fingers and uses them like fresh garlic. Needless to say, it's on. I'll let you know how it goes.


Until then, these lovelies will be right here on my counter. I wish all flowers smelled this good.