Don’t tell my kids that I’m changing the way I make eggplant parmesan. I’ve taken great precautions and if they find out, things could get ugly. The last time I changed an established recipe was Thanksgiving 1998, when I made stuffing with Italian parsley, pine nuts, parmesan and bacon. The wishbone wish that year was […]
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When the Cat’s Away the Mouse Eats Like a Bachelor
Being on a diet and having a husband who’s out of town don’t mix. It’s a particularly deadly combo for the person who’s on a legitimate plan to eat right, because who’s going to have an ounce of sense when left alone with no one watching? My husband went to Dallas for a few days in […]
What Do You Mean You Don’t Eat That?
I love to cook for people and have been hosting meals at my house since I first got married and invited an Italian to my two-room apartment for manicotti and homemade Italian bread. I know. Ballsy, right? The thing is, I’ve always had an overabundance of confidence when it comes to cooking. My mom was […]
Welcome Back, Cooking Mojo!
Ladies and gentlemen! Put your hands together and give a nice, warm welcome back to your friend and mine, Cooking Mojo! You left me about four years ago, without warning, while I was making a vegetable lasagna that had to be renamed Chunky Gray Soup because of all the liquid that came off the […]
This Real Woman Doesn’t Grill
We grilled a bunch of food for dinner last night and I let Paul, one of our guests, take over the grilling. I am embarrassed to say that I didn’t know how to start the gas grill. The fact that my husband handles all the outdoor, manly grill cooking and I am in charge […]
The King’s Inn and He’s Kind of a Creeper
I feel compelled to follow up my blog on being a waitress at Howard Johnson’s with a post on being a cook at King’s Inn, in Lowellville. If there is a shit job that is worse than being a waitress next to an interstate highway, it’s being a cook in the middle of Western Pennsylvania. […]