Well now if this doesn’t scream my husbands name, I’m not sure what does. This, right here, is one of his very favorite meals…and I have to admit, he has pretty darn good taste.
Lets just start this party immediately, guys. There’s a lot of celebrating to do, no sense in wasting anyones time.
First, we’ve got grilled bread. No, wait. Glazed with olive oil, grilled, crunchy on the outside slightly crisp on the inside bread. And you know, I don’t eat much bread on the regular. But this bread right here? ALWAYS an exception for this girl. Continue reading
Far, far, FAR too often I end up with boneless, skinless chicken breasts in my fridge with no plan in sight. Then, what happens is I avoid them…like the plague. They sort of bore me and man is it easy to fall into ruts of grilling or pasta-ing them. No clue why I continue to put them in my cart at the beginning of the week but I do…likely because they force me to get creative. So the end of the week comes and all I’ve got left in the fridge is those poor little chick-a-dees and a bunch of randomness in the veggie drawer, freezer and pantry to work with. Continue reading
I’ve got a thing for a good ham and bean soup. It’s old school. A staple. Nostalgia central. It’s like a really fantastic, super old pair of Chuck Taylors, or that worn in sweatshirt with all the holes in it. Solid. Legit. Classic. Always in style. So this recipe? My jam.
I’ve tried simmering this stuff on the stove for hours. I’ve soaked the beans overnight. I’ve used beans from a can. I’ve seared the ham before slow cooking it. I’ve added roasted garlic. The list could go on. I’ve fussed around with ham and bean soup in every way, shape or form and this ridiculous, itty bitty, hardly-any-work-or-ingredients recipe is by far the best I have done to date. Continue reading