Today we will begin a new series called Disasters in the Kitchen as Erin Tries to Prepare for a Party. And we will begin with the least disastrous of items–the chocolate truffles, which were actually more messy than they were disastrous. This past weekend Gerrit and I, as well as my family, went to Louisiana…
This past weekend one of my best friends came to visit us. Aside from doing a tiny bit of shopping, we spent most of the weekend being lazy because she had come to town to take a test and afterwards was relishing in not having to study, and I, well, I was just doing what…
The main reason I wanted to make these is because I was drawn to the name. Even though it has nothing to do with salt, it made me think of the Ocoee River and how much I miss the mountains and going rafting in the summers. Also, these involve chocolate and peanut butter, so…there was…
For the entirety of my life I have hated ketchup. I think I can trace this back to a time when, as a curious three-year-old, I chewed on a ketchup packet and it exploded in my mouth. It was so traumatic and disgusting that I still remember it and am still scarred. But apparently not liking ketchup…
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…