This recipe came about because it’s winter and I didn’t want to make a regular potato salad. That probably doesn’t make any sense, but to me potato salad is a summer food, reminiscent of sunshine and picnics. Serving it up when the temperatures are in the 50s or below is like teasing a child with candy they cannot have. If it’s not warm outside, don’t show me potato salad. Continue reading
I simply love the amazing growing season here in Florida. We have vine ripened tomatoes in February! And while it does seem that I am boasting a bit about our fine winter produce, remember that in the middle of the summer, we will be miserable. The summer heat, humidity and possible hurricanes sort of make up for the harsh winter you might be going through right now. Continue reading
Sometimes there is nothing like a good dinner salad. I am not talking about a pasta or potato salad, but a leafy green salad filled with enough protein and other hearty items to stand alone as a main dish.
This month a new cookbook hit the shelves. The Cowgirl Creamery Cooks
by Sue Conley and Peggy Smith is much more than just a cookbook, though. Half of the book is part autobiography, part cheese making primer. It tells the story of two friends whose culinary journey has culminated in an artisanal creamery and restaurant. The other half is filled with recipes using cheese, glorious cheese. Continue reading
This is one of those combinations that originated in my imagination. I love combining sweet and spice and savory all in one dish. This salad does that and more. I have made it a couple of times. The first time, I just ate it plain. The second time, I thought I’d try it on a bed of cooked sweet potato. The potato was warm, but not hot. The salad was cold. It was actually pretty wonderful and not too unhealthy either. Continue reading
In the days when I had no kids, I spent my spare time making crafts. I sewed, glued and painted all of the time. I even had a saw to cut out wood. All of that time spent making things produced oodles and oodles of decorations for every holiday. I had Rubbermaid bins from floor to ceiling filled with all sorts of stuff. I couldn’t wait for one holiday to end so I could fill every nook and cranny with cutsie things. Continue reading