uring the week lately dinners have been vegetarian or vegan. My husband has been pretty strict trying to eat vegan Monday through Thursday. So by the weekend I am ready for some comfort food. I have been following the hashtags #carbsandcheese on Instagram and during the week it makes my mouth water. I decided
ummer time is in full force. And with summer comes summer parties and barbecues. Recently we had a party to go to and i knew I needed to make a dish. One of my best friends had been traveling in Greece and was sending me photos of his trip. My wanderlust set in and
e just got back from almost two weeks abroad. We went to northern Italy and ended in Paris. Out of the entire trip there were two meals, TWO, that were just “ok”. Both countries LOVE their carbs. Breakfasts there aren’t like here so getting smoothies or eggs isn’t the norm. But croissants are! Then
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
t’s that time of the year again – Opening Day! Detroit’s unofficial (drinking) Holiday. Where people come together to celebrate their love for baseball, the first signs of spring and a day of debauchery. This year I realized I haven’t worked on Opening Day since 2008. Knowing how these days go I knew breakfast
uring the week I like to make quick meals. We also don’t eat a ton of pasta during the week. But this past week was an exception. I had made pesto on the weekend that I wanted to use up. Since my husband is on a new routine we have been measuring everything out.
y husband recently started a new workout program and is strictly following the meal plan that goes with it. Which is making it harder for me to put together meals. The real challenge is when I want to cook vegetarian. He is allowed lots of protein and unlimited veggies but his carb intake is restricted.
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
sian cuisine is NOT my specialty in the kitchen. I will never claim to know the difference between Chinese food, Thai, Vietamese, Korean etc. because I don’t eat a ton of Asian inspired meals. First of all you know how high maintenance selective I am about meat. Secondly I suffered from MSG poisioning from an