My second attempt at wrestling the Crockpot into a gourmet pleasure device fails by our stew-meat-hating standards.
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Because We Don’t Really Like Green Beans: Garlic Roasted Green Beans
We don’t really like green beans. Correction, I like green beans, if you can count what’s inside that cream of mushroom soup and canned fried onion mélange as green beans. O doesn’t like anything green, usually, unless someone else tells him it’s good for him. I can say all day long, “We ought to eat…
Shrimp and Feta Orzo with Dill
So, it’s been a little while since my last post. If by “a little while”, you mean 851 days. I don’t think it’s really that long, actually. Since only my entire life has changed. I moved back to Memphis, where I’m from. From where I am. From where I originate. (Side note: I’m constantly in…
banana bread
It’s well known amongst my friends and family and, well, roommates, that I, in general, abhor bananas. I walk into a room, ask “Who the hell at the banana?!”, and the poor potassium-loving soul meekly steps up. “I did.. but it was 12 hours ago! And I threw the peel in the trash outside!” That’s…
So nice they named it twice.
It can be said that I typically like pretentious, exotic, and generally complicated food. And then there’s this recipe. How many ingredients? Three. THREE, PEOPLE!
And now, something in Latin!: Ad hoc chicken.
I should’ve seen it comin’, loomin’ in the distance, knowin’ you’ll be soaked from head to toe in less than an hour, if you’re not inside listenin’ to the heavy drops peltin’ the roof. “Yeller!” you cry. “Oh, Yellllerrrr!” The pup has to come in, of course; he won’t know what hit him. And you…
