Smoked Fisherman’s Stew: A Hearty Bowl With A Seafarer’s Soul
Maybe it’s my love of the water. Maybe it’s the rainy, cooler weather that we had been having. Most likely, it’s my inner admiration for the Gorton’s Fisherman guy, all decked out in his bright yellow slicker, ready to brave…
Caramelized Onion & Goat Cheese Galette
You might be interested in the history of the onion. If you are, well, you might also be on the wrong blog, because I’m not here to get into any of that. But I do like ’em. I like the…
Balsamic Chicken and Veggies: One Pan Deliciousness
A fresh blanket of snow is like a new canvas, ready to be molded into something of your choosing. Even when anticipated, it drives primal instincts, making sane people scurry about, collecting food staples as if they’re going to be…
Meatless Monday With A Twist: Broccoli, Lemon And Gouda Pizza
The best days are when you learn something new. Even better if it’s about yourself. Part of that is having a willingness to try new things, no matter what our preconceived notions lead us to believe. But boy howdy, this…
When Life Gives You Chorizo, You Gotta Make Paella
Well that was fast, wasn’t it? I’m talking about this spring and summer. I just don’t know where they went, yet here we are, rolling through back-to-school department store commercials and bus stop weather forecasts from the local weather prognosticators….
Unscheduled Days And Pondering Skies, A Pit Jockey’s Dream
Days like these just don’t come around enough for my liking. High blue skies with nary a cloud to be seen, accompanied by the rhythmic chirps of the nesting birds, the sarcastic snarls of our lovely squirrel population, and the…
Pitside Therapy Provides Calm – And Scallops. Delicious Cast Iron Seared Scallops.
A simple question posed online by a social media friend started a long and eye-opening discussion. I will add that this is a person that I have actually met, not a virtual “friend” that simply follows along to be nosey…
My Oh My, Dat Crawfish Pie!
It came in an unmarked, brown paper package, and my pulse quickened, hoping this was the item I ordered on impulse. I ran my hands over the package, indeed detecting the outline of my obsessive purchase, a well-dated, and well-used,…
Alpaca Sliders, Because, Why Not?
His name was Al. Al Paca. It wasn’t really. I just made that up. Doesn’t matter though. His name could’ve been anything because as we happened to see each other across the walking paths of the local farmers market, it…
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