Our weekends are almost always filled with big floppy hats… and alcohol. So, this weekend is NO exception. In fact, it’s a more special reason to get wasted in said hats: the Kentucky Derby.
As we have mentioned before, seafood can be intimidating. John didn’t even know what a scallop looked like in real life, much less how to cook one… I drew him a picture.
Stinky pee or not, I can’t get enough of asparagus. Roasted, blanched, steamed, or grilled, like a desperate single at last call, I’ll take it however I can get it.
Those of us who are expected to be poolside at any given point during the summer must moderate our intake of anything that is or relates to tacos or pies.
Next to always wear cute underwear, I have one cardinal rule of dating: NEVER order wings, ribs, a meatball sub or any other food that ends up more on your face than in your mouth.
Everyone knows that anything in its best form is supreme. Supreme gasoline, THE Supremes, supreme pizza, Grand Supreme Little Darling and so on.
When people speak of fruit salad I’m haunted by memories of those awful, slimy cups of peeled grapes and other indistinguishable fruit that the lunch lady, Linda, would thrust at me in elementary school.
By now you’ve probably caught on that we are not-so-subtle fans of any and ALL pork products. Especially bacon.
Due to our inherent and self-diagnosed chronic laziness, we are always on the lookout for gadgets or tricks to streamline our recipes.