Last Dinner of 2012 – Dinner, December 11th
Chicken Carbonnade
(Fancy) Roasted Brussels Sprouts (with Chestnuts, Dried Cherries & a Maple Glaze)
Bread Read the rest of this entry ?

Last Dinner of 2012 – Dinner, December 11th
Chicken Carbonnade
(Fancy) Roasted Brussels Sprouts (with Chestnuts, Dried Cherries & a Maple Glaze)
Bread Read the rest of this entry ?

Committing Christmas – Dinner, December 4th
Mustard Baked Chicken with Pretzel Crusted Chicken (w/ a variety of mustards & mustard based sauces)
Sage Scented Mashed Sweet Potatoes
Grilled Apples
(umm, some kind of vegetable, although I’m blanking on what exactly – green beans?) Read the rest of this entry ?

End of Birthday Season 2012 – Dinner, November 27th
Pumpkin Chili
Creamed Corn Cornbread
Salad
Goat Cheesecake with Pistachio Crust Read the rest of this entry ?

The sheer number of people who have been seduced, reinvented, and otherwise found themselves in France or Italy is actually mildly disturbing. It makes me wonder if there are any actual French or Italians left in France and Italy or if they’ve all been pushed out by American’s seeking enlightenment, falling in love, and/or saving their marriages. Read the rest of this entry ?

I know I’ve said this before, but I believe that there are certain foods you have to have been introduced to at a tender age, and then grown up eating to really appreciate. Marmite/Vegemite is one of them – I was clearly too old by the time I was introduced to it in middle school because I continue to think it’s one of the most revolting things you can put on bread. Ambrosia Salad is another – which I cheerfully embrace in all its mini-marshmallow & canned mandarin orange glory, although I admit that I’d be hesitant to call it a salad per se. It’s possible that baked beans on toast are another thing that you have to have been introduced to at an impressionable age. Read the rest of this entry ?

I have to preface this post by saying that custard is very much my culinary bête noir – everyone’s got one (or more), and nobody should be discouraged from making this ice cream based on how much I’m about to whine.
Or, let me put it another way, there’s a catch phrase in our house that nothing is serious until James Earl Jones says, ‘mother-of-god’*. When I tasted the ice cream base on Saturday afternoon I paused, stared down at the pot in awe, and did my very best James Earl Jones impression (which since I’m a 5’ nothing WASP is distinctly underwhelming, but the sentiment was heartfelt). This is seriously good ice cream, y’all. The Effort here is entirely commensurate with the payoff, my issues with custard notwithstanding. Read the rest of this entry ?

This is the annual Farm-to-Table Dinner. Someone at Dinner foolishly asked if I could name all the farms that the produce came from, and not only can I tell you that, I can tell you when the corn was picked (5:30am the day I bought it – which, granted, I only know because that’s what the sign on the enormous pile of corn said, not because I actually asked).
If you’re curious, yes there was entirely too much food. Read the rest of this entry ?

It’s time for another set of food related pet peeves for no particular reason other than that I’ve spent quality time recently trying to work my way around the issues that they present (albeit none of them for this particular dinner).
1 – Restaurants that don’t have websites. Or, restaurants that only have place holder websites.
This is mostly because I like looking at menus, and even if the menu that you have up isn’t the menu that I’m going to be ordering from when I show up I like to have an idea of the prices and kinds of dishes that you serve. Read the rest of this entry ?

How is it that the week before you go on vacation brings out the crazy in everyone you work with? The tail end of summer is supposed to be a lazy, scoot out of work early, kind of a time. Instead my week was full out crazy-cakes nuts. However, there’s a bottle of wine in my fridge with my name on it, and next week I’m on vacation – Montreal + Stowe + a calendar stacked with (hopefully) good food – and with those two things kept firmly in mind I made it through.
No Dinner next week – I plan to be eating poutine, or possibly smoked meat, on Tuesday night. I’ll see you on the flip side, and shall regale everyone with tales of eating my way through Montreal and Vermont. Read the rest of this entry ?

The other week as I was standing in the check out line at Wilsons and ruefully surveying my weekly purchase of bags of lemons, limes and oranges I made a flippant comment about how apparently I was worried we were all going to die of scurvy. The teenage checkout clerk shot me an alarmed look and asked in concerned tones, “Ma’am? Are you alright?” Read the rest of this entry ?