I love fresh cranberries.
And glory be, it’s cranberry season again. Continue reading
After six months, I think I’m finally ready to defrost the brisket in the freezer and show it whose boss.
It was one of those days where I came home from work and did more work.
It’s been the bit of the norm as I faze out from working full time for the local newspaper and prepare to become a full-time freelancer. Nine hours in the office is followed by grocery shopping, three phone interviews, laundry, dishes, finally making dinner at 10 p.m. and realizing I haven’t done a single thing to unwind.
In those cases, make a cocktail. Continue reading
I owe a lot of this culinary wonder to The Mister.
He is the official fry cutter in our household, making sure to ever so carefully slice them just right — all by hand, too.
There are plenty of things you can do to make these babies sing. We like to bake them, mostly because it’s less messy than deep frying, and secondly, we don’t want to bother standing over a boiling pot of grease all afternoon. Continue reading