I’m not the biggest fan of chomping down on a fresh sliced tomato. I should be, but the consistency of a raw tomato makes me think of horror movie props. I have no idea why, but there it is. However I LOVE the taste of sauces and juices from home grown tomatoes. And recently, I’ve …
Real Food
I’m from the south in case anybody has missed that hint. And down here, summers mean the heavy cakes and pies from the winter take a back seat to the equally heavy fruit cobblers. There have been instances when the peach cobbler was a little too lean in peaches because I ate them before the …
This post doesn’t need many words. We will call this one a Wordless Wednesday post. Now, when is dinner? I’ve already had dessert.
First of all, he’s a propane man. So is King of the Hill. Therefore, Bobby Flay is like this guy. And this guy has a son named……Bobby. I see a theme here. THIS is how you grill good food. I’ve missed this! I have no idea how to grill using charcoal. Stephen grills. I eat. …
I’m not sure if it’s because I was gone far away for so long. Or maybe it’s because I’ve got a front row seat watching a town rebuild itself with tremendous tenacity and pride. It could be just part of growing older. Either way, lately I’m really appreciating my roots in the South. Amid the …
We were driving around early, and I happened to see a sign for a Friday Farmer’s Market. I had researched each town we were scheduled to visit to see if there was a market nearby. I adore farmer’s markets. I did not find this one because it was technically in Dillon, which is a stone’s …
Any morning that starts like this is a great morning. This is the free breakfast from our hotel, the Rico Hotel. I’ll have much more to say about this hotel later. But you see this table….it has inspired a nice little project for our house. That’s fresh marmalade and butter. Love love love fresh …
While on the road to Telluride, we found a neat cafe called the True Grit cafe in Ridgeway, Co. If that name sounds familiar, a remake of the original John Wayne film was recently released in theatres. Stephen happens to be a fan of John Wayne. By “fan”, I mean that he would tatoo JW’s …
The night before a long run, I do the traditional carbo-load. For me, that means I eat a few more servings of carbohydrates than usual in the form of pasta or white potatoes. This loads up my system with energy to be used in long distance events like the Distance for Disaster run tomorrow. Some …
for barbeque and good ol’ fashion fundraising. It all started with sneaky hints at the grocery store. You know what I’m talking about. The unique elaborate architecture made out of barbeque sauce bottles in the entrance of the store. The huge pallets of charcoal that kiss the ceiling and dare little kids to climb just …
Something I love to make and love to eat…….peach cobbler! And I only make it one way. Paula Deen style. Lots of butter and about half the sugar she uses, but still good. Cook peaches in water with a little sugar. Melt butter in pan in oven. Then pour in batter for crust. Mixture of …
And it concerns a number. For most of my adult life after college, I’ve focused so much on a number. I let it bother me, uplift me, control me, enslave me. A great morning could turn real ugly just by a flashing digital number. A random Biggest Loser contestant’s weigh-in could leave me in tears…”I’m …
When he said this, I almost cried. It wasn’t supposed to taste like bacon. It wasn’t supposed to be wilted and floppy like soggy bacon. It was supposed to be a little crisp and taste really good..like really good asparagus. But it really did have this amazing smoky taste…kinda like bacon. Let me start at …
Guess who is ready to plant the garden? Stephen outdid himself this year. I won’t diminish the importance of my new tomato love. The man came back with more than a few tomato plants. I think those are his favorite things to grow. If he had to do it all over again, he …
What a long week this has been! The closer I get to race day and end of the school year, the slower time seems to drag. I’m in that strange limbo stage where I want more time to train, but also I’m so excited to race and I’m anxious for the day to get here. …
My weekend begins at 3:15pm Friday afternoons. When the last bell rings, I’m headed for the door knowing I have the rest of the day and a full weekend ahead of me before I go back to the fast paced world of Kindergarten. While I would love to leave my job at the door, most …
(Amazing, fantastic, awesome in Rachel Ray-speak) I’m still in shock that I’m not only eating tomatoes…but craving them. And it’s all thanks to Rachel Ray. For the past couple of years, she’s done the giant two-stepping tango on my very last nerve with her weird made up names like stou-wich-paNi. “It’s like a stew, but …
I love texts like this: “I’ve made a big pot of soup and I’m sending enough for dinner” My sister in law is one of the greatest people I know and not just because she makes dinner with an extra two people in mind. And not because she loves giving gifts for any or no …
Mondays are not that bad for me. It’s the start of a new week, a new beginning, and usually a new busy 12 hours. But not this morning. I have my long run (8miles) this afternoon since the storms kept me in yesterday and I don’t have the mental guts to crank out 8 on …
I made my own crust. I really did. I actually got out a rolling pin, kneaded, rolled, let sit, checked, checked again, smushed, and pounded my own crust. This all started when I ordered a pizza stone for my birthday. I’ll be glad when it arrives. But until then, I’m stuck with my 10 year …