Culturally Confused

I talk a lot on this blog about these dishes I cook being delicious, and honestly, they are.  Every once in a while I get a stinker, but ...

When I was living in New Jersey, I missed Texas like you would not believe.  Okay, maybe you would.  I missed it terribly.  Especially th...

My friend Kim has a bad habit of looking at what I have pinned to my boards, and then demanding that I make all the wonderful things that...

My mom used to make scalloped potatoes with pork chops on top.  They were....bland.  Sorry, just being honest here.  I wondered if that w...

Your husband love lemon like my sister's husband?  This is your new favorite recipe.  I'm not lying.  This cheesecake packs the b...

So, the Super Bowl.  I'm sure I'll get razzed for this, but who the hell cares?  If I want to see real football, I'll watch t...

For the longest time, I called this cake Texas Tea Cake.  Like Texas Tea.  You know, oil.  Like the cake is dark and fudgy like oil.  Oka...

I've always been a broccoli girl.  Back in school when they had broccoli with lunch, I swear I was the only kid who asked for it.  My...

I still remember my first kumquat.  I was stalking the produce aisles of Central Market, and I came to that section where they keep all t...

I didn't know this, but I had a date with destiny.  And that destiny was to find and taste and fall in love with the best breakfast e...