I know what you’re thinking: what the f$*k is a parsnip?
Other than a Real Housewives-esqe drink-in-the-face fight, we know of no better absolute crowd pleaser better than artichoke dip.
A wise woman once said that the only time ribs are sexy is NOT when visible on an avian-boned woman in a tiny swimsuit at the beach, but when they are hanging over the edge of a big plate and smothered in barbecue sauce.
A few weeks ago, we had some amazing lasagna… twice… at two different restaurants… the same day.
Within five minutes of meeting our friend, Corey, he has probably 1) made you laugh your ass off and 2) told you no fewer than 18 facts about the city of New Orleans.
Growing up white trash without a lot of money, I always looked forward to the special treat of eating at Olive Garden. Mainly for the classy, high-dollar ambiance but also the SALAD…
I have to admit, my motivation for wanting to make this recipe was more because I like saying “carnitas” than eating “carnitas”. It’s pretty fun to do in your best Sophia Vergara accent. Go ahead, I’ll wait.
As we wrap up week three of well-meaning resolutions, we at queer in the kitchen have started to experience some regression.
Even a food blogger gets a little lazy come dinner time. Now, we’re not talking eating cold Chef Boyardee directly out of the can, but… close.