I’ve been very greedy with my blueberry purchases this summer. Can’t get enough of them. But, then what, when I can’t eat them quickly enough? Gotta bake, of course, and in this case the easiest possible recipe. No crusts to mix, roll, or shape. Nope, blueberry bars are about as easy as you get.
Archives for July 2013
You know you’re really Italian when you crave a particular shape of pasta. I’m sure for most non-Italians, pasta is pasta and the only noticeable difference is the sauce – red, white, vegetable, cream, seafood, whatever. But the different shapes of pasta really make a difference in an Italian household. Growing up, we always had… Read More
Oh peaches, once so firm and sweet, I could not buy enough. But soon the heat of summer’s day removed your youthful fluff. In the fridge you sat and wilted, No one touched you, you were jilted. And then one day I ventured in, to see if all was lost I found you wrinkled, soft… Read More
Are you a person that likes to hear the good news or the bad news first? Me, I’m always interested in getting the bad news out of the way first. It’s too distracting, in a bad way, worrying about the bad news, and so it would take away from my enjoyment of the good news… Read More
I look at this picture and can spot six things that are wrong with it. Play along with me and let’s see if you can pick up on the same items. Here, take a moment and make a list if you’d like. Ready? Let’s begin with the flank steak. The flank steak that should have… Read More
The kind of food I order in a restaurant because I’m just too lazy to cook it at home.
All good things must come to an end, which is my way of saying that my trusty desktop computer has reached the end of its days. We had a good run together – five long years which according to the Apple store is considered “vintage”. I wonder what they would consider me after my recent… Read More
If you’ve been paying attention this summer, you know that I have serious smoking issues. I tried smoking a hunk of beef and a whole chicken on Memorial Day, with mixed results – mixed meaning the chicken turned out great because I kept a close eye on it, but I neglected the beef until the… Read More
I’m so glad Joe ordered this for his dessert last weekend, I was able to feast my eyes.
You would think that with one teenager away for the month, my cooking feedback would have turned more positive. And you would be wrong. Joe has decided to step in for the absent Annie and make negative commentary at the dinner table in her place. Take this garlic flatbread, made with my own little hands,… Read More