When I first came back from my visit to Atlanta to see Caroline, I mentioned that we had many tasty food reunion moments, including wonderful coffee and my splurge purchase of a Southern cooking bible. Today we are finally going to wrap up that visit. This blog has indeed suffered from my good luck in finding a job, as I’ve wriggled into my brother’s home and tried to get used to an hour-long commute – all the while feeling rather chirpy that I’m getting paid a full-time wage again. So let me apologize by offering up Caroline’s favorite soup.
Posts Tagged 'Bacon'
Tags: Bacon, Chicken Stock, Pancetta, soup, Squash, Tomatoes
Tags: appetizer, Bacon, cream cheese, Jalapeño, Popper
Welcome to Desa’s Time Portal. Desa was a lazy butt all summer and fall, blog-wise, so she has built this rather nifty machine to take you back in time to see some of the very few yummy bits that fell out of her kitchen accidentally in the last few months.
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Omigosh! We are back in September! Sooooo maaaaaaaaaagical! And what have we here? Why, they are grilled jalapeño poppers!
Tags: Artichoke, Bacon, Beet, Broccoli, Cake, Cauliflower, Cheese, Chocolate, Cocktail, Dip, French Kiss, Ganache, Lemon Drop, Lynchburg Lemonade, Party, Salad, Sushi, Vegan, Vodka, Whiskey
A few months ago, freshly graduated and unemployed, I spent several days laying around waiting for my friends to get back in town or someone to please please please call me back for an interview to some menial job or another. Needless to say, I ended up watching a lot of TV, especially since it was pouring down rain the entire time. Eventually, I ran out of good TV to watch and began flipping through the On Demand menu and fell to a low I never thought I’d reach: multiple episodes of MTV’s 16 and Pregnant.
During this onslaught of mind-numbing programming it suddenly occurred to me that every single one of my good friends had managed to escape this fate – we were all baby-free college graduates. And suddenly my heart swelled with pride. As invitations for weddings and baby showers began to clog my mailbox, I started to think. Shouldn’t we also be celebrating our own, non-marketed brand of good fortune? I needed a party to cleanse my palate of congratulatory Hallmark cards.
Thus: the Thank GOD I’m Not Pregnant Party.