Disclaimer: There one Amazon Affiliate link in this post. If you click the link and buy the book, I would get a small commission. Just enough for me to indulge in my favorite guilty pleasure, Taco Bell. This post was not influenced by my craving for Taco Bell at all. All opinions are my own, as always. Additionally, there are some links to Pampered Chef products where I am an independent consultant. One of the first things I do when I move to a new community, and I’ve moved a lot, is to find a local Mexican restaurant that I want to frequent.
This weekend, after a frustrating week at home with the kids, I needed an escape. A friend asked if I would like to spend an evening with her and another mutual friend. Needless to say, I jumped at the chance! After much discussion, the three of us decided to go out for dinner at a local Italian restaurant. As we waited to place our orders, the three of us talked about how we were all picky eaters. We learned, though, how we were each picky in different ways. One person didn’t like sauces, and another didn’t like certain vegetables. Me,
My long time followers probably saw the title of this post and thought, what the heck? Denise doesn’t like chocolate. True enough, I don’t. In fact, I could live a happy existence without ever seeing or tasting chocolate ever again (well, except for Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. I love those!). However, I’m married to a man who adores chocolate and gave birth to a chocoholic, my oldest daughter Ginny. Heck, even my middle daughter, who used to shun chocolate, wants to eat it now. Poor Chris suffers because I don’t like chocolate. I rarely bake anything with chocolate (I hate cooking
The concept of Meatless Monday amuses me. I’m Catholic. Why have meatless Monday when every Friday is supposed to be meatless? While, technically, Catholics are supposed to eat meatless on Fridays all year, most only give up meat during the Fridays of Lent. And, honestly, I’m one of them. (That said, my family does still have pancake Fridays in our house year round.) When my husband and I look at the calendar and realize that Ash Wednesday is approaching, we start to prepare our menu for the next several weeks. Lucky for us, there are lots of great meatless pasta
One food that I fell in love with as a child was schnitzel. When asked what their favorite food is, most children would not respond with “Schnitzel.” I did. I spent most of my formative years as a child living in Germany. My dad was in the Air Force and stationed in Germany twice; once at Bitburg and the other at Ramstein (we lived at Vogelweh). While we spent a good deal of our time on base, my parents loved exploring the area. I have many great memories of (multiple) trips to Trier, Heidelberg, and Luxembourg. We didn’t eat out
Growing up, my mom had to twist my arm to cook. I was not a fan. It wasn’t until I developed a crush on a professor (okay, graduate assistant instructor) in college that I decided I wanted to cook. David loved cooking and would treat his students to a buffet of delights at his home as we dropped off our big assignment. From that moment on, I wanted to learn how to cook. How lame, right? While nothing ever happened with my instructor, other than developing a nice friendship, I discovered that I wanted to learn how to cook. After college came
I do not like football. I would say hate, but that’s probably too strong a word. I tolerate the game okay. Since I’m married to a man who loves football and the Green Bay Packers, football is now a part of my life. Despite never being a fan, I do love the Super Bowl. Not the game itself, but rather all the other stuff: the commercials, the half-time show, and the food, the marvelous food. Every year, I love to make lots of tasty appetizers to eat while enjoying the spectacle with my husband Chris. This year will be no
I’ve made no secret of the fact that Mexican is, by far, my favorite cuisine. I love everything about it, from the spices to the variety of dishes and sauces. Honestly, I could happily eat Mexican food every day and not be bored. One dish I made (often) when I was single was quesadillas. Tortillas, cheese, and other fillers I craved. Basic goodness. It was quick and easy to make without having leftovers, unless I wanted them. Luckily, I married a man who loves Mexican almost as much as me, and have raised two girls who love cheese quesadillas (as well
It’s been a while since I shared a recipe on my blog. I didn’t suddenly stop cooking. No, it was much simpler than that. I went back to some basic cooking. With a move plus three little ones, I couldn’t imagine being adventurous with recipes or creating something new, much less taking the time to photograph and share what I cooked. In the last couple of weeks, though, my desire to play with flavors has slowly inched back. It started simply enough when I made my schnitzel (recipe coming soon…I promise). I felt satisfied that I finally mastered the recipe.
Disclaimer: I work for Pampered Chef to help support my dream of owning a DSL camera. There are some links at the bottom of the post for Pampered Chef products I sell. If you buy the products, I receive a commission on the sale. When it comes to food, my family has always known one thing to be true. Denise does not like lasagna. At the tender age of seven, I proved my distaste for this dish by throwing a plateful of lasagna off a balcony. (Unfortunately, it landed on our car so I was found out.) This fact held true