Welcome to the last chapter in the premiere episode of Downton Abbey … Season 3 of course. By this point in the evening, we had eaten some delightful deviled eggs and some Shepherd’s Pie. And nearly an entire bottle of champagne. We had also continued our hobby of impersonating some of the cast when…
About this time last year, I went home from work sick one day. I ended up on my couch for about 8 hours … which was enough time to stumble upon my first episode of Downton Abbey … and then promptly watch the entire season. It was a phenomenal accident that has resulted in at…
I’m super behind in documenting some kitchen adventures. And even though I haven’t officially committed to 52 new recipes in 2013 … I’ve already got quite a handful under my belt. Last weekend alone, this is what I made: – Buffalo Chicken Tenders – English Muffins – Deviled Eggs – Shepherd’s Pie – Apple Charlotte…
In the event you were wondering, it is most definitely soup season. It’s like I don’t know how to exist without a stockpile of frozen homemade soups in my freezer. Currently I’m rocking some arugula lentil soup, chorizo lentil soup and now this little gem. A brown butter tomato soup.
I’ve never made deviled eggs before. But something about them seemed appropriate for a Downton Abbey premiere party. It didn’t seem right to have a party to celebrate the 1920s … and not have more than one course. Here’s what I ended up serving: – Deviled Eggs with sun-dried tomato and fried shallot! – Shepard’s…
I’ve been waiting to make english muffins for quite a few weeks and finally this weekend seemed like the right time. I tend to have an english muffin every workday morning as part of my second breakfast. Yes, that’s true. The world begins to collapse around me when I miss meals during the workday ……
My sister likes to say that I make a terrible sick person. In her mind, I turn into this pathetic mess of a person that just appears fundamentally weak. I’d like to believe that this isn’t actually the case and the only downfall is that I wear the same pair of sweatpants for more days…
I spent this past New Years in Vermont with my friend Meghan. While we were sitting on couches across from each other one morning milking some cups of coffee (or maybe it was evening beers?), I realized that this was the 3rd New Years in row that we’d celebrated together. Then I realized that we’d…
