First off, don’t you just love the featured photo – now that’s what I call a warm and inviting kitchen! The wood beams, the brick, the tile floors – all so natural and earthy. Makes me want to bake apple pies after the harvest. Yeah, dream on!Continue reading “Welcome to the First Thursday in November”
Today is National No Dirty Dishes Day. The point of the day is to take a day off from the chore of washing dishes. I’m not sure if this is a day for lazy people or as a way of conserving water.Continue reading “Avoiding Dirty Dishes?”
Today is the 3rd Thursday of March. I wanted to acknowledge the significance of the day that has everything to do with food but nothing to do with recipes. Today is Nation Farm Rescue Day. Farm Rescue is a non-profit organization that is an important part of the farming and ranching community from North Dakota to Kansas. Without farmers and ranchers, we’d have no food.Continue reading “Cheesy Barbecue Sloppy Joes”
There’s really no introduction needed for September 11th. It’s a day etched into the collective memories of anyone born before 2001. It is Kiddo’s assassination of JFK or my father’s Pearl Harbor. Unless you lived under a rock, you know the significance of the day. And it’s sorrow touched you.Continue reading “September 11th”
National Sloppy Joe Day could not have come soon enough. All across American, parents are scrambling with what to do now that schools are closing. Have no fear, this is a great opportunity if you let it be.
Years ago I came across a recipe for Tavern Joes in an old cookbook designed for Crock Pots. The first time I made it, my guys did not go back for seconds. The recipe called for 16 ounces of dark ale. We aren’t beer drinkers, so the flavor did not win favors. It was more like having hot beer with chunks of ground meat. I ask you, does that sound appealing? Didn’t think so.
What could be more American than a Sloppy Joe, right? Well, maybe. When we think of Sloppy Joes, we think of Joe as in a cup of Joe or GI-JOE. And of course; All-American average Joe – the guy on the street whose opinion of the world really mattered. The last thing we think of is Havana, Cuba.
The Monday after the Super Bowl, Kiddo was surprised to learn that I planned to actually cook a dinner. He though there was so much Super Bowl Munchies in the refrigerator, we would not be cooking for at least a week. Really?