There’s a reason that people love comfort food. You know- the good stuff. The foods that you ate as a kid and still kind of love as an adult. You know what that reason is? It’s delicious. [Read more...]
March is a weird month for food. You’re pretty much over comfort food, but you still don’t have many options in the way of fresh fruits and vegetables. The tomatoes still look and taste like pink baseballs, lettuce is still of the pale and limp variety, and zucchinis taste pretty much like air. There’s just not that much we can do about it. [Read more...]
This tuna melt has been eye-opening in so many ways. Did you ever think you’d hear someone say that about a tuna melt? Let me explain.
Up until college, I’d never had a tuna melt. Just never had one. I’d had plenty of tuna salad sandwiches, and many a grilled cheese, but no tuna melt. Then one day, my college roommate made one for herself for lunch and I thought, “Hey, that looks good.” So I made one. It was, in fact, good. Like a tuna sandwich, but obviously better, because of the melted cheese. Since then, I’ll make one every once in a while, the same way I’d make myself a peanut butter and jelly every so often. Sometimes, it just sounds really good, but it’s never exactly mind-blowing.
It’s been a particularly frigid winter in the Chicago area, with lots of days spent inside drinking tea and dreaming of summer. A frequently recurring daydream around here involves the smell of burgers on the grill with a cold beer in hand, lounging around in the backyard. Unfortunately, burgers on the grill are just not going to happen anytime soon. When we start getting a little forlorn at this prospect, these burgers come to the rescue. They’re easy to put together without the help of a charcoal grill, and are so flippin’ delicious that it blows memories of Labor Day barbecues away. [Read more...]
I love days like today. Days when my little guy sleeps past 6:30 (ok, barely, but every minute counts). Days when I had the foresight to do the dinner dishes last night, and wake up to
clean reasonably tidy kitchen. Days when I can spend the morning strolling around the farmers market while the baby stares bright-eyed at all the colorful produce and “big” kids running around, nary a peep coming from those slobbery little lips of his. Days when the afternoon is full of possibilities, none of which involve laundry (or maybe only a little laundry).
Today is one of those end of summer days that make me regret all the nasty things I said about this summer being too hot and dry and not conducive to growing a vegetable garden. Finding this big ‘ole bushel of tomatoes at the farmers’ market takes some of the sting out of the fact that my garden has yielded exactly ZERO tomatoes thus far. [Read more...]