This afternoon M & I were craving a good burger. "Where should we go to get a good one?" he asked. I thought about it and then said "I'll make them!"There was a day when making a burger was not the way I wanted to spend a Sunday afternoon. When you have a demanding job, weekends become . . .
I sold our microwave oven at my garage sale the other day, and the new one I ordered online hasn't arrived yet.I asked M. if he wanted the leftover Chinese food from our little neighborhood cafe --a great discovery-- tonight.His eyes lit up."Yes!" and then, he looked stricken: "But how will we heat . . .
I was visiting a friend in California the other week. An Italian-American, like we are.Her niece, visiting from New Jersey, cooked us a fabulous pasta dinner. The marinara, her mother's recipe, was to die for.So I asked for the recipe.When I got it, I loved its . . .
Oh, it's insanity.Hell's Kitchen.I'm addicted. And then I'm not. There's only so much of Chef Gordon Ramsay's TV abuse that I can take.On the other hand, this season features a chef contestant who gives hysterical, sharp commentary: the very funny Tennille. So I'm back on track with HK.So addicted . . .
Kitchen duties have always been something I’ve had to cram in (or avoid) between time-consuming career responsibilities, travel and necessary down time. I had a very high tolerance for a sinkful of dirty dishes.Until now.I am, for all practical purposes, a housewife. For the very first time. And . . .
I don't usually cook up a dinner for myself, but tonight I made myself a mini-version of something I would be likely to make when my darling first & last husband is here.I pounded some boneless chicken breasts flat and marinated them for a few hours in Chai Thai Teriyaki sauce, the award-winning . . .