pril showers brings May flowers colds. Ughh! I have been hit with the change of season bug. And let me tell you it is not fun. The only thing that has sounded good the past week has been a really brothy soup. But I guess the April showers also bring ramps. Ramps (otherwise known
am constantly looking for ways to reinvent the wheel. Especially in the kitchen! I have some go-to meals that we might make every week or some recipes that I use more often than others. Since I cook soups every weekend it is almost a given that something is bound to be repeated. And if
hen my husband goes out of town for work my desire to cook myself dinner becomes essentially non-exisistent. I lose all my domestic skills instantaneously. It’s ironic that even though I was single for years and cooked myself dinner all the time, but once he leaves and it’s almost like I’m helpless. One of the last times
n true Sunday fashion we were sitting around watching playoff football (Go Pack Go!) trying to figure out what soup to make for dinner. Notice I don’t say “what to make for dinner” but “what SOUP to make”? Because I make soup seriously every Sunday. It’s a great way to make a large quantity of
n our house we use chicken broth for a lot of different things. Anything that calls for water such as rice or quinoa we cook in chicken broth to give it an extra dimension of flavor. Also if you follow this blog, you know that I tend to make a lot of soups. Soup Sundays
aby it’s cold outside! And I mean really freaking cold! I think we went from an Indian Summer to straight up sub Arctic temperatures. When I woke up the other morning the temperature was four. FOUR degrees. Not only was it four degrees it then said “feels like negative seven”. When it’s cold like this, these
hen I was single living alone I cooked for myself all the time. I often made most of my meals on the grill because it was easy to whip up food for one. Most of the time I probably made dinner 4-5 nights a week and the other nights I would be out with friends
fter being in Greece for a week my husband was CRAVING spicy food. There isn’t much spicy food in Greece. The best we could find was in Croatia when we found red chili oil for our pizza. Once we got home my husband was putting jalapenos on everything. I was actually in the mood for
hen my sister and I were little a common meal at our house was soup. There was a restaurant growing up called the Chinese Palace. We would go sometimes with our mom and dad for the buffet but they had this soup that was so good. It was really easy to make so we would