174 bottles of wine…
We’ve started on the second, and final, phase of our kitchen expansion and remodeling project. Goodbye 1970’s bar complete with smokey mirrors. Hello huge eat-in kitchen complete with cabinet space! We’ll be back later this summer!
-XOXO
Growing up, one of my very favorite dishes was Hawaiian Chicken. I remembered the sauce on the chicken to be sort of a sweet-and-sour type sauce… a sauce that I could happily eat by the bowlful. It goes to show you how much attention I paid while Mom was cooking because when I tried to run through the dish for my mental shopping list, the description came out something like this:
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Love sometimes makes you do crazy things. Like making a corner of your kitchen smell like someone poured a beer over a pair of old running shoes. On purpose.
My husband’s sandwich bread of choice is sourdough. I’m pretty fond of it myself - the tangy loaf can make any sandwich better. It’s also the only bread that we’re still buying at the store because, well… when it comes to sourdough, I suck. I am a sourdough killer.
And since we’re confessing, I’ve never owned a house plant for more than 3 weeks either… (and I think I just heard the bell pepper plants in my garden wail).
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It’s the cornerstone of a good partnership. He grills. I bake. I fetch the utensils from the kitchen. He keeps a watchful eye over dinner, spatula in one hand, a cold bottle of his home brew beer in the other. We make a good team. And he makes a damn good burger.
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On the way to meet the family for lunch one weekend, Jason asked what I loved most about cooking. It’s simple. I love to make a mess. I love prep. Chopping, cutting, mashing, processing. If I could get paid to chop herbs all day, I’d be in heaven.
And for the record: I hate cleaning up with the fire of a hundred thousand suns.
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Back in my single days, I attended a large bible study class at a local mega-church. We met twice a week - once for business and once for play. Most of our play revolved around eating. Actually, I think all of our play revolved around eating.
Once, we threw a large themed potluck with the assignment: Bring a dish that starts with the first letter of your last name. Damn. Could Mom and Dad have made this any more difficult on me? I could only think of two items that started with “K.” Ketchup and Kebabs. Since I didn’t think I could get away with bringing a bottle of Heinz, I settled on Kebabs 
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My Mother’s Day dilemma: Tres Leches Cake or Frozen Strawberry Margarita Pie? Which dessert should compliment the Tex-Mex feast? So I posed the question in email to the guest of honor:
The cake sounds really good but anything with Margarita in the name has to be really good!!
And I could not agree more
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