S’mores Bars in a Jar
Its Back to School Time! I am so ready to go back to school. I love my job and what I do – and by this time of the summer, I am ready for my regular routine again and to share in the daily lives, …
Year: 2012
Pickled Jalapenos
If you are a regular reader here, you may remember that last year my fabulous fiance (who at that point was just a great boyfriend) planted two habanero plants. “Ok”, I thought to myself “how bad can that be”. WELL – two habanero plants led to …
Grilled Peach & Mozzarella Caprese
Around here we are in the midst of Tomato Season, which really makes me happy. One of my favorite things to do with tomatoes is just top them with some mozzarella and basil (on a plate with salt & pepper or melted between bread or chopped into a salad or even just off of the cutting board)!
So you may be wondering why I am telling you about my favorite ways to eat tomatoes in a post about peaches! Well, dear reader, I love tomato with mozzarella so I recently went to a local cheese shop to get some of their delicious homemade mozzarella. When I got home (while trying to avoid just eating all the mozzarella piece by piece) I was looking to broaden my mozzarella horizons and came across these beauties at Chew out Loud.
Delicious, Fresh, Healthy (you’re welcome)
Happy Hunger Games!
It is here ~ The day has finally arrived ~ It is Hunger Games Day! … and no, that does not mean that we are going to pick your names out of a bowl to see who has to fight to the death. But, what …
Peeta’s Raisin Bread
I stared at the loaves in disbelief. They were fine, perfect really, except for the burned areas. Did he mean for me to have them? He must have. Because there they were at my feet. Before anyone could witness what had happened I shoved the …
Mr. Mellark’s Sugar Cookies
Lets set the Scene… Katniss has just taken her sister’s spot and is saying her goodbyes to the most important people in her life, for probably the last time. Then her competitor’s Father comes to wish her luck…
The baker sits awkwardly on the edge of one of the plush chairs. He’s a big, broad-shouldered man with burn scars from years at the ovens. He must have just said good-bye to his son.
He pulls a white paper package from his jacket pocket and holds it out to me. I open it and find cookies. These are a luxury we can never afford.
