In case you were bitten by the crepe bug with Tuesday evening’s post, I thought I would give you a couple more suggestions for different ways to serve crepes to your sweet mama this coming Sunday. Maybe the eggs-over-easy from the Crepe Squares isn’t your mom’s thing. If that’s the case, try stuffing your crepes with my favorite scrambled Read more
Here’s a fancy little number to serve to your mama on Sunday while she lounges the morning away amongst fluffy pillows. She’s bound to be impressed with your mad cooking and presentation skills, don’t you agree? You don’t have to tell her how simple this elegant breakfast was to make — she has eyes in the back of her head, after all. She’s going to love that you whipped these up for her. Score extra points by serving hot coffee and fresh flowers on the side.
So I thought it was funny (not funny like haha) that the second news story on The Today Show this morning – second, of course, to the opening piece on the referee debacle from Monday’s Packer / Seahawk game – was that we are about to be faced with a global bacon shortage. Brace yourself. This summer’s drought is going to have an impact. So bacon lovers, carbonara is a great way to get your fill.
This is one of my go-to recipes and I always, ALWAYS, have all of the ingredients on hand. There was a period last spring where I probably made carbonara every ten days or so. The punks call it ‘eggs and bacon pasta.’ Everyone here loves it, and we fight over the leftovers. It’s rich, easy and filling. Although it’s rather rustic, I would absolutely serve it to company. But don’t even go here if you’re on a diet, because I guarantee you won’t be able to stop eating it, and I don’t want anyone’s carbonara-induced muffin top on my conscience. This dish is an exercise in self control. Enjoy! : )
It happens sometimes – even to Sendik’s biggest fan. It happened to me on Sunday. I had plans to go to the Mequon store after my workout. But there I was at the gym, where I had just done my time on the treadmill. As I was disinfecting the console for the machine’s next victim, Stephen Tyler began butchering the National Anthem to open the Patriots / Ravens game. It was awful (a little pitchy, dawg!), and yet, I was completely riveted. Like a car crash you know you shouldn’t slow down to peek at but you just can’t help it. And after one look at Tom Brady’s mug, I was sucked in. I needed Sunday football in my life.
I was talking to some friends this past weekend about the order of events in their home on Christmas morning. I’m not going to name them here (they know I love them), but here’s what they do: first, they open their stockings. But before they open any presents, they proceed in an orderly fashion to a formal, hot breakfast of bacon and eggs, the whole nine yards. After dining, they take turns opening one present at a time. Gift opening comes to a complete halt when someone unwraps an item of clothing and (wait for it) the recipient must try on and model said apparel for the rest of the family, receive compliments and admiration, and offer up effusive thanks. Then the civil, one-at-a-time gift opening can resume. Well, I was kind of snickering (they weren’t) because – first of all, this must take hours. And, not to make it sound like I can’t manage to maintain some small modicum of decorum in my house, their order of events is in sharp contrast to what happens at our home on Christmas morning.
Roses are red
And your mom is a peach
I think you should make her
This nice spinach quiche!
I’m thinking ahead to this weekend and the semi-controlled chaos of Easter morning. It’s always a very big deal for the FamDam, mainly because of how The Bunny chooses to hide the prized baskets. I know you’re not going to be able to fathom this, but that wacky little Bunny strings hundreds of yards of yarn through nearly every room of our house and leaves ‘the goods’ at the end of the string. Three kids, three baskets, three different multi-colored yarn trails.
While driving home from the orthodontist yesterday I made the colossal mistake of asking my children what they wanted to have for dinner. If you want to cause controversy of any kind amongst the Dam’Kids, just pole all three at the same time over their opinions on ANYTHING – it’s practically like sending trouble an engraved invitation.
One of the reasons why I love my job is the customers that I get to talk to. We share ideas, stories and often recipes. One of the customers that I have gotten to know loves to cook and often chooses Double Gloucester or Huntsman.
Last month he asked for several different cheeses in small quantities. We got to talking and I learned that he was going to make some Mac and Cheese. He told me that he got the recipe for the Food Network, it had been the winner of a cook-off. The recipe is called Delilah’s 7 Cheese Mac and Cheese, courtesy of Delilah Winder.
My husband and I are Wisconsin transplants. Our families live far, far away from Milwaukee, and most of them choose to visit us in the summertime months, when the weather here is more, shall we say — civilized.
I love these visits, because I get to plan fun, company-worthy meals and menus. The trouble with entertaining out-of-towners for days on end is that it can be expensive. Holy cow. Loading in groceries for four extra people for a long weekend always gives me sticker shock in the checkout line — which brings me to the wonderful ‘egg-onomical’ (I know, sorry) recipe I’m sharing with you today!