Sticky, Gooey, Creamy, Chewy

One of the more annoying things about living with a food blogger is that they rarely make the same recipe twice. This is especially irksome when a dish is particularly fabulous, because the blogger’s poor family knows that the chances of enjoying it again are virtually nil. But hey, …

Seriously! Are these little jars filled with creamy peanut butter and banana lusciousness not the cutest things ever? I could just eat them up with a spoon. As a matter of fact, I did just that. And they were wonderful. I call them Peanut Butter Banana Cream Pies in …

When I was a kid, the word “jam” meant Welch’s Grape Jelly. That was what my mother kept in our house, and it’s the only kind of fruit spread that I remember ever eating. It came in Flintstones jars, and each jar featured a different Flintstones character. After the …

Every year my mother makes a prime rib roast for Christmas dinner. It’s tradition. And, every year that prime rib causes some kind of drama. That’s tradition too. Apparently, prime rib is fickle. There’s something about it that just seems to defy consistency. My mother always prepares it the …

With the heat-o-meter high up in the stratosphere these days, I’m always looking for ways to keep cool. Spending hours in a hot, steamy kitchen, churning out heavy meals is not my idea of a good time! This is the perfect opportunity to take advantage of what the summer’s …

The Fourth of July is just around the corner. For most of us, that means picnics, backyard barbecues and copious amounts of ice cold libations. I don’t know about you, but the last place I want to be on a holiday weekend is inside slaving over a hot stove. …

Necessity is the mother of invention. In other words, when someone really, really needs something, he or she will figure out a way to do or get it. Sometimes, I’ll be in the middle of making a recipe and realize that I’m missing an ingredient. Actually, this happens a …

I’ve referred to Mr. SGCC as a caveman many times over the years, mostly tongue-in-cheek – mostly. While he is usually a pretty good sport about eating anything I put in front of him, what he really craves is meat – and lots of it. Big, manly man-sized portions! …

Every year around this time, I find myself feeling out of the loop and a bit frustrated. It seems like all the other food bloggers are surrounded by a bounty of fresh rhubarb and are proudly flaunting their mouthwatering rhubarb creations, while I remain pathetically rhubarb-less. I’m not sure …