This dinner (let me just come out and say it from the start) ….. this dinner is probably not on your diet. Well, it wouldn’t appear on any diet I’ve ever subjected myself to. But if you’re in the market for comfort food and don’t mind throwing a little calorie caution to the wind, you should whip this little number up ASAP. Even with an onion gravy, I would absolutely call it kid friendly. A perfect Sunday supper or a relatively easy weeknight meal, serve it over mashed potatoes or buttered egg noodles and worry about the treadmill later. : )
No Thank You Boy returned yesterday from two weeks in China. While he was away I heard from him one (that’s ONE, as in a singular instance) time and when I did it was a one (again, ONE) sentence email in which he briefly stated that there were creepy crawlies in his hotel room but that he didn’t care because all of the Chinese girls thought he was Justin Bieber. Frankly, I don’t see the resemblance, but oh well … I had a laugh and so did he. Now he’s home and hungry for American food and (SURPRISE!) his mom’s home cooking. He said he missed milk, cheese (“I just really want some cheeeeeeeeeeeese, Mom”) and chocolate. So last night, I made these cheddar burgers in his honor.
One more holiday to go, everyone. Here’s a terrific little recipe to serve at your New Year’s soiree. These cheeky little tartlets are frugal yet elegant, but most importantly, they’re really super yummy. Sweet yellow onions are slow-cooked to a deep golden brown, blended with fragrant and earthy fresh sage, and spooned into crisp phyllo pastry cups. Place them on a pretty platter and watch them disappear. And a bonus: the filling freezes beautifully, so make it when you have some time and stash it away – you’ll have little bites ready to go faster than you can say “auld lang syne”.
Today’s disclaimer: this recipe contains butter. Real butter. Lots and lots of creamy, delicious butter.
If you’re the type that avoids this ingredient for whatever crazy reason, like if staying in the good graces of your favorite cardiologist is a priority in your life, then just keep on walkin’. This ain’t the dish for you. But, if you could give a rat’s pa’toot about what your neighborhood heart doc has to say, and if your personal trainer needs more hours…well then stick around, friend (get it? STICK around?)!