When I first started making vegetarian meals, Allen was always supportive. He would, however, saunter back into the kitchen and look for a carnivorous “snack”. Leftover spaghetti with meatballs, cold pork chop, roasted chicken, strips of bacon were all at risk...
I have great memories of making cinnamon rolls MANY times for Allen and his roommates when they lived in East Lansing. There is something about the way a bunch of hungry college students devours homemade baked goods that makes you feel like you are the best...
In an earlier post about Mini Frittatas, I talked about how convenient it is to have both mini frittatas and mini quiches on hand for breakfast. I also mentioned the differences (frittatas are bit heartier and substantive, quiches are lighter and silkier), and...
When I started planning my posts for this month (and yes, I plan a month at a time), I knew that I wanted to feature favorite cooking tools, and, of course, a few Irish recipes. St. Patrick’s Day is the only holiday I can think of that pulls so many Americans...
Hubby Allen never cared much for pancakes. He always preferred lighter fare such as crepes, but that meant spending lots of time standing at the stove, making one crepe after another. Sometimes, I just didn’t want to do that. So, this yummy oven pancake became a...
HAPPY FAT TUESDAY! Okay, I lied. These little breakfast muffins cannot compare to the taste and indulgence of Paczkis, really, but there are many reasons to make these breakfast treats instead of indulging in a paczki: The snow is falling—looks like 6 inches or...
STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE SMOOTHIE Many years ago, Allen flipped a screwdriver into his eye when working on a car engine. He and friends cleaned up the injury, he came home and tried to deal with the pain. It took many hours, but I finally convinced him to go to the...
JAM SCONES When my brother Butch was visiting with us for a while, he came downstairs and asked if I could "...make those rocks for breakfast again”. My female brain was mystified, not to mention insulted. I am sure my look in Allen’s direction communicated my...