Last week, I posted a picture on Instagram of fifty two ounces of sliced mushrooms and asked, "Does this make anyone else weak in the knees?" Aside from one or two folks who replied that it made them weak in the stomach, most of you appear to be as devoted to mushrooms as I am. If I see a bowl full of perfectly cooked mushrooms I am quite likely to make a very embarrassing and purposeful face plant into it. I cannot resist them. They're so savoury, so meaty, so earthy, so nutty, so... so... mushroomy. I feel no need to curb my enthusiasm for mushrooms since they're wonderful for your health. Pound for pound, you can hardly find View Post
Cream Puffs and Profiteroles | Make Ahead Mondays
My husband turned eleventy one on Saturday. Okay, not really... He turned forty six, but to hear the guy talk, he sounds like he thinks he's butter scraped over too much bread. Don't feel too badly for him, though. He is the only person I've ever known in my life who -when asked how old he is- rounds up by a year or two. Somehow or another, he combines this funny aging complex with a playful personality. When we were dating, he once insisted, "I may be eight years older than you, but I'll always, ALWAYS be WAY more immature than you are!" He meant it. This is the dad who does back flips off of the swings when he goes to View Post