Taco Soup

Is it soup yet? We lived in Le Roy for just over a decade.  We loved our home, our church, our community. We had rebuilt the house while living in it.  (This process was helped along by the fact that it was bare studs, floors and outer walls and absolutely-nothing-else when we bought it.)  We [Read On]

Apple Cider and Beer Braised Pot Roast

It’s finally Fall.  I wait all year for this; pumpkins, scarlet maple leaves, blustery wind, butternut squash, grey clouds with bits of brilliant blue peeking through, hay bales, mega-bags of miniature chocolate bars (the best size for stashing in my apron pockets to cover ‘mommy-emergencies’), weather that justifies hours-long baking sessions, wool sock and scarf [Read On]

Gorgonzola Grape Burgers

We don’t live in one of those mystical, magical places that can grow tomatoes all the live-long year.  We have about a month, maybe two in exceptional weather conditions, where local tomatoes are worth eating.  I tell you this not to make you feel sorry enough for me that you’ll send me crates of tomatoes [Read On]

Taco Joes

If a sloppy joe’s and a taco’s eyes met across a crowded room…  If they were to fall in love and pledge themselves to each other in holy matrimony…  If they were to have a baby…  It would be -well, besides being weird- delicious.  And it would be what we had for dinner last night.  [Read On]

Ultimate Glazed Corned Beef: Part III of a St. Patrick’s Day Feast!

I know I promised to deliver this recipe, but I have a good reason for pushing if off until today and it only requires one sentence of explanation.  I have five kids and they all had a 24 hour stomach bug.  Oh yeah.  I think that says it all, right? Today, however, the sun is [Read On]

Yooper Pasties

Okay.  Now those of my readers who are Yoopers (specifically) or Michiganders (generally)  will know exactly what I’m saying.  Those of you who don’t have kith or kin in either Michigan or Cornwall might need a little explanation.  The pasties of which I speak are pronounced ‘PASS- tees’.  The ones you’re probably thinking about are pronounced [Read On]

Frito Pie

I think it is safe to say that with five sons, one loving husband, two useless male hound dogs and a male goldfish I inhabit a man’s world.  I am outnumbered 9 to 2.  That the cat is also ‘non-male’ is immaterial.  She can run and hide under beds or our vast piles of laundry.  [Read On]