On the left side of the sanity bell curve
Grilled Barbecue Clams Ingredients: 24 Littleneck clams ¼ cup bottled BBQ sauce 2 Tbsp unsalted butter 4 Tbsp shallots, finely chopped ½ cup red wine vinegar Salt and freshly ground black pepper Directions: Preheat your grill to direct, high heat or heat coals until white and hot. While the grill is heating, in a medium-sized… Continue reading Grilled Barbecue Clams and a Courvoisier Cocktail Just in Time for 4th of July
Over the past holiday weekend, I’ve decided that the holidays need mental help. They are, in fact, bipolar and should, most likely, be medicated. I’ve also decided this bipolarishness comes from highly set expectations that might be attainable if not for unfamiliar ovens and dry dressing and the black hole that is moving. And I… Continue reading The Holidays are Bipolar
I am so tired of coming up with what to make for dinner every night so we’ve gone back to–yet again–Healthy Calendar Diabetic Cooking: A Full Year of Simple, Menus and Easy Recipes and let me tell you, that’s not a bad thing. For an entire year, you have a day-by-day recipe book complete with… Continue reading Tarrogon and Washing My Mouth Out With Soap
Tornadoes, hurricanes, earthquakes, tsunamis. It feels like we’ve had more than our share of natural disasters recently, doesn’t it? Whether the disaster occurs in your hometown or in a country on the other side of the globe, parents ask the same question: how do I talk to my young kids about these devastating events? One… Continue reading Talking With Your Kids About Natural Disasters
Growing up in Arkansas, I’ve been through my fair share of tornado warning and spent my time in my grandma’s storm cellar and in tubs. What happened on Wednesday was unlike anything I’ve ever been through. In fact, it was unlike anything anyone had been through in North Alabama. I don’t know the exact time… Continue reading We’re Evacuees Because of the Alabama Tornadoes
So I made that turkey for Mom’s Christmas dinner and it rocked! Everyone kept talking about how good it was and my aunt hinted that I’ll be making it from now on. Didn’t I predict that would happen? Here’s a picture of what it looked like after the first 30 minutes at 500 degrees: I… Continue reading A Turkey, a House and Ten Resolutions
She who makes the turkey is the head bitch. In the South, holiday meal preparation is an example of pack structure in action. The head bitch [usually the eldest woman] coordinates all of the subordinate bitches’ activities. The head bitch is also responsible for baking the turkey and/or ham (One large source of protein is… Continue reading On Pack Structure and Turkeys
Another day; another post. Even though it’s Christmas Eve, the weather felt more like Easter than Christmas. It rained its ass off last night and this morning was just wet. Being the short person that I am, I got to wear half wet blue jeans while we went shopping for veggies for the vegetable stock… Continue reading Hello Kitty and Broken Eggs
Call me crazy [cause many have] but we’re braving Target tomorrow. I know, I know. What the hell are we thinking?! But you see, we go through milk so quickly that we should just tie a cow up out back and I have to get a roasting pan for the brined turkey that I’m doing… Continue reading Hope Someone has Our Backs
Growing up in the South seems to lend itself perfectly to almost a clairvoyant knowledge of just the right way to make the perfect Thanksgiving dinner. Candied sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes with lots of butter and milk, yeast rolls, cornbread dressing with plenty of sage and green bean casserole are all staples of any self-respecting… Continue reading Buttered Turkey
I’ve bitched written about all of our family being 16 hours away and how Christmas just didn’t feel right. But, despite my Grinchesqe feelings, I still planned a kick ass dinner and wrapped Cara’s presents. Yesterday started just like any other day. Cara got up early, we all snuggled in bed for a few minutes… Continue reading The Many Mishaps of Yesterday
What’s wrong with me today, guys? I have been nothing but an evil bitch all day. I’m sure part of it is due to the horrible traffic and the fact that the weather won’t decide what it’s doing; one day it’s 80 and the next it’s in the 40s. Is it too much to ask… Continue reading 40 Dollar Goose
