Today I am grateful for Mexican food … which shocks me and brings me joy.
Our neighborhood market isn't a huge, but it’s got a little of everything.
I found a recipe last fall that offered “no knead” bread. I was skeptical.
I met Greg when I was almost 50. When we got together, I had never even tasted an artichoke or an avocado.
I am now grateful for the dozens of pucker-producing peels, and the prospect of having homemade limoncello for Valentine’s Day brings me great joy!
I've used as much as half a bottle of wine and as little as 8-ish ounces. Everything about this recipe is to-taste. It's pretty much full proof. Make what you love, add your favorite flavor. Make it yours!
Judy named his Arizona spin on a Screwdriver (with Prickly Pear and mango purees) the Double Whammy, while my modified Whisky Sour was refreshing and fantastic. And the food? To die for.
We relaxed, sipped, savored and chatted. Before we knew it, we’d spent almost three hours chillin in the desert.
No matter how many websites you peruse or how knowledgeable your travel provider is, finding that place only the locals know happens only when you ask a local.
French food in St. Louis is never going to taste the same as in a bistro or boulangerie on the Rue Sainte-Anne in Paris. Much of the reason for that is due to the way the ingredients are made and rules and regulations about how restaurants cook their food.