The best time to celebrate is whenever you can… but it’s even better when you have an extended weekend, a handful of warm days left to spend by the pool and plenty of propane in the gas tank. That means, if you are not a die-hard midwesterner finding ways to grill, despite an insane snow storm, the legit days of summer are coming to an end. My heart is breaking! Yes, if you
I have been waiting and waiting all summer long for this time to finally roll around. And now that it has, I cannot contain myself. People, it’s fig season! My obsession with figs is outrageous and no doubts scary to most people. I will break down walls if I know figs are near by and happily eat an entire basket of figs despite the looming stomach ache that’s bound to occur.
My love affair with raw fish, mainly sushi and sashimi, took most of my teenage years to develop. I found it to be revolting and could not understand why anyone would ever consider such things delicious. But can you blame me? At the time, sushi was not readily available or understood in the midwest as it is today. I can easily count on one hand how many restaurants offered sushi
I’m a grilling fanatic! Grilling just embodies summer and relaxing on the deck with some yummy white wine. Lately, I’ve been a bit nostalgic for Minnesota. It’s been hitting me hard! I day dream about the warm summer air and the view from my family’s backyard. The lily pad-filled pond, the tall trees and lush gardens. It’s always been my little slice of paradise. A place to feel relaxed and safe. There’s
It’s nearly impossible to go through summer without indulging in some sweet, juicy watermelon. As a kid it was the ultimate snack. I remember having those classic seed-spitting contests with my friends to see who could launch one of those tiny suckers furthest across the lawn. The things we did for entertainment, am I right? Now as an adult this game steers slightly closer to unsanitary and gross, but I would
Cornish game hens…the pint sized version of the ever popular chicken, but so much more flavorful and adorable. I love anything that comes miniature. Teacup puppies, newborn baby shoes, bit-sized appetizers, tiny Hosta plants – I can’t get enough of them. If you’re looking to really impress your friends, family or better half, prepare them their own individual serving-sized “chickens”, also known as Poisson, the next time you host a special
For weeks now, I’ve been eyeing the progress of my sweet little lavender plant. Checking and waiting. Then checking and waiting some more. When that final moment came and their delicate blooms vibrantly showed their faces, I lovingly picked away as many as could be spared and threw them into the insides of a chicken. I never knew just how amazing lavender could taste until I paired it with some rosemary, lemon and
Beer can chicken has been something people have been cooking for years, so this is definitely not a new feat at all. It is rather comical to see that chicken propped up on top of can of beer. Although, I’m sure he’s not finding it funny at all! I’ve actually never attempted beer can chicken until a month ago when I had a few friends over. I made the mistake
It’s that time of the season when I have blood oranges on my mind – like nonstop! Unfortunately, it’s been rather crazy lately with birthdays, a trip to vegas (for a birthday), trying to get ready for that amazing trip, spending as much time with two of our friends before they leave us for Georgia (my hearts is breaking), fighting off the flu between Adam and I, and of course work.
I’m not going to lie folks, this stuff is seriously legit! I would have shared with all of you, but Adam and I ate every last creme brûlée in a matter of days. Now, with a very special trip to Vegas closing in very quickly, my ability to fit into my new dress may be a far cry from happening. But that’s a worry for another day… in the meantime, this