It’s 90 degrees in my backyard and my tomato plants are still busy ripening tomatoes. Sure feels like summer to me.
I know that the days are starting to get shorter, and the mornings are coated with a sleepy-fog that rolls inland from the coast. But by the afternoon the fog burns off and it’s time for shorts and a reapplication of deodorant.
Summer is clinging on. It’s produce is clinging on. Oh, and I’m clinging on. So, until my tomato plants start to shrivel under frosty mornings, and I’ve located the last pretty-looking peach at the farmer’s market, I’m just not done. Pumpkin is coming. I get it. But, let’s enjoy this late summer bounty while we still can. Let’s make pesto and roasted tomatoes and slather all of it over some zucchini noodles. This feels about right. Pumpkin scones can wait a few weeks. Continue reading →
Let’s take a minute to talk-o ’bout the taco bowl. Puns, heh.
The concept of a taco bowl is taking everything you would shove inside a tortilla and just throwing it into a big serving trough (or bowl) and then eating from this trough with a trowel (or fork). If we’re honest, I make this stuff once a week. It tastes good and it comes together quickly. It’s also another excuse to put guacamole on something, so right there, I’m into it. The lack of tortilla encourages room for more veggies and greens. This is the perfect way to trick one’s husband into eating a large salad. Maybe I should serve all salad with a side of hot sauce. It works. Continue reading →
Somewhere along the line it happened. I’m not sure when, but it did. I gave up my teenage affection for hard lemonade, and my Sex And The City-induced Cosmopolitan phase in favor of spicier, boozier, hair-on-my-lady-chest-ier pursuits.
My husband found his love of Bourbon through my father. It became a family affair. If we’re having a cozy evening with my family, there is a more than likely chance that we’re going to be swilling Manhattans with (or as) appetizers. If you’re wondering, this practice goes really well with a game of Cards Against Humanity. It’s only slightly awkward when your Mother (the decidedly least gross, modestly-mannered person in the bunch) pulls out a big win for putting together combinations of cards that would make a sailor blush. Okay, perhaps it’s best that you play at your own risk. You’ve been warned. Mothers can surprise you. Continue reading →