Have there ever been more magical words than “set it and forget it”? (Well, maybe the first person who said, “Let’s put chocolate and peanut butter together.” But we’re talking savory today! Sorry, I digress.)
This Slow Cooker Chicken Chili has been warming my kitchen and my tummy lately. It’s a filling, no-stress meal that’s perfect for a big group or as a make-ahead-and-reheat meal. I’m guest posting over at The Keenan Cookbook today while Chris and Rachel welcome their new baby boy, so head over there for the recipe! (And don’t forget to tell them hi from me. )
There’s just no other term for it. No matter how many umbrellas I buy, no matter how cheap or expensive they are, they never last more than a few months. Inevitably the fabric starts to separate from the spokes (…I’ve decided the metal parts are called spokes), the open/close mechanism refuses to open/close, and the entire thing just snaps inside-out at the slightest gust of wind.
One morning a few weeks ago, my umbrella broke literally five feet from my apartment door. I was forced to make the rest of my commute holding the mangled fabric of the umbrella corpse over my head, struggling for some semblance of shield from the increasing downpour. Not only did that attempt fail, but the runoff from my dying umbrella streamed right down the sleeve of my coat in the process.
I know, I know; I’ve sort of dropped off the face of the earth these past couple of weeks. I spent a week in sunny California with my family for my cousin’s wedding (take me back to the beach, please! That’s the Huntington Beach pier, above, with Ruby’s Diner all the way out at the end–best.milkshakes.ever.). And the week after that was full of overdue work emails and apartment hunting (yes, again)…
Summer time is upon us! To me, that means evenings that stretch into forever and–especially this year, thanks to my CSA–lots and lots of fresh produce. And to celebrate the start of the summer months, the #SundaySupper group is focusing on “Simple and Fresh Summer Recipes.” And this week, we even got to try out a new product…
Is anybody else in a constant battle with their internal body temperature?
By that I mean, does anybody else don hoodies when it’s 85 degrees outside? Or find themselves adding layer after layer after layer in the winter months, but to no avail? I’m convinced that somehow, I’m part cold-blooded creature. I so wish Snuggies were office-appropriate.
It was a whopping 17 degrees here in New York on Tuesday. Add in the wind chill, and we were looking at temperatures juuuust above zero. (Is this how all of you Canadians feel?) So despite the fact that I needed to do laundry like nobody’s business, there was no. way. I was venturing out of my apartment again once I got home from work. All I wanted was to curl up on my couch and watch the DVRed season premiere of The Bachelor and eat something warm, cozy, and comforting.
I wish I could tell you that, in the weeks leading up to Christmas, I subsist on a diet consisting only of sweet potato casseroles, honey baked hams, and the occasional figgy pudding. That’d be festive, right?
What with all the holiday themed posts out there right now, you’d think those types of foods were the only ones gracing we bloggers’ tables right now.
But let’s be real. Even during the holiday season, I’ve gotta feed myself. And as much as I wish that I could make breakfast, lunch, and dinner out of the cookies that are literally spilling out of Tupperwares in my kitchen…yeah, that’s probably not the best idea.
This recipe is neither a Christmas cookie nor a crafty gift idea. It is, however, warm, comforting, and–dare I say it?–even a tad healthy. I understand you’re probably buried under ribbons and bows, horrifically behind on your card writing, or trying to single-handedly feed your entire block (perhaps even all of the above), but file this one away for when the holiday dust settles–I promise it’s worth it. And it makes great leftovers!
Let’s face it: the Irish aren’t exactly know for their cooking abilities. When there is no meat temperature other than well done and the starch part of your meal often consists of a dark stout, it’s likely that you’ll be passed over when it comes to gourmet food tours. (Disclaimer: Stereotypes! )
Maybe so. But when my mom and my aunt talk about Sunday night dinners growing up, they always, always reminisce about the boxty my grandma (affectionately known as “Mom-Mom” by her gaggle of grandchildren) would make them. (“Boxty” is the Irish term for potato pancakes–like latkes, for my Jewish brothers and sisters out there.) My mom loved them hot off the skillet, while my aunt preferred them cold the next morning for breakfast (with granulated sugar sprinkled on top).
Now that I finally feel settled into my new neighborhood, I figured it was time to start sampling the local cuisines! A friend of mine read about a place that specialized in “fancy grilled cheeses” in the Gothamist–you don’t have to do much arm-twisting to convince me that grilled cheese is a fabulous dinner. Throw in a bangin’ list of hard ciders? I’m all over it.
Okay, well, technically fall has been here for a week or so now, but it’s only really started to feel like fall here in the New York City area since October started this weekend. The weather has been crisp and cool, with that smell of the coming holiday season in the air. I love it.
I think these gooey, cheesy enchiladas are a great fall meal, whether you eat them for dinner fresh outta the oven or freeze a bunch for easy meals-in-a-minute later in the week (I’m a big fan of this method, as we all know!). They might not be the most photogenic food in the world, but I promise they taste better than they might look.