Gerrit likes to remind me all the time how lucky he is because a) I love to watch football (ok…mostly Auburn football, but I joined a pick’em with Gerrit’s family this year–of which I, ahem, won last week–and now I care about all these games I didn’t before…”no, no! we have to stay up and…
Category: vegetables
It is suddenly close to the end of August and I am completely unsure as to how we got here. Everyone seems eager to jump into fall and apples and football and piles of leaves. And normally I would be too. Except it is still 100 degrees in Houston, a city where fall does not…
So first thing’s first. When I talk about breakfast food, it’s rare that I’m actually talking about breakfast. I don’t generally make breakfast unless it’s a special occasion (and in that case it needs to involve guests), or I can make things the night before and pull them out of the refrigerator or freezer to…
I remember the exact first moment I had fried okra. I would like to think that I was about three years old, but in reality I was probably more like six or seven. I was eating at Piccadilly (the restaurant, not the circus) with my grandmother and she gave me a piece of fried okra…
Despite them being the most notorious mom-please-don’t-make-me-eat-that food, I had never actually had Brussels sprouts until a few nights ago. Although it is entirely possible that I am blocking a horrific encounter from my memory. But, this being a blog of food adventuring, I thought that I should attempt to conquer one of the most…