Spicy Grilled Wings with Blue Cheese Dip

As you may know, I don't eat a lot of meat.  I'm usually not a fan of eating anything with a face.  However there are a few exceptions to my disgust at eating animal flesh.  Bacon, for one.  I mean, bacon  isn't really considered meat anyway, right?  Another of my carnivorous weaknesses is hot dogs.  And aren't they kind of the worst animal bi-product one could ever eat?  Hooves and snouts ground up and piped into a casing?  Nasty!  But a dog grilled until charred nestled in a steamed bun is fabulous.  And let's not forget chicken wings.  Crispy, saucy deep-fried wings are amazing.  But heating 87 gallons of hot oil sucks ass.


Hawaiian Pasta Salad

I am very picky about my pasta salad.  And my cole slaw, now that I'm thinking about it.  I don't like the typical from-a-box pasta salad that rears it's ugly head at many a summer cook-out.  It's not enough to boil some pasta to death, throw in some chopped peppers and olives, and drench it in bottled Italian dressing.  I prefer a macaroni salad that is flavorful and creamy with some thought put into it.  I realize I'm a pasta salad snob.

I'm kind of a food snob in general, I suppose.  And a grammar snob.  (So if you ever see any grammatical errors in these posts, please let me know.  I want my grammar to be bad-ass.)


Baja Burgers


There's this dude named Noah that I've secretly fallen in love with.  He's one of those bad-boy hot guys that have a rough exterior but a teddy bear heart.  My husband has no idea that I have been dreaming of Noah but I don't think he'll mind.  See, Noah isn't real.  No, I'm not schizophrenic.  He's a character in Katie McGarry's soon-to-be-published book Pushing the Limits.



Each year, the men in my family all get together and go on a vacation together, called the Mancation.  I'm not sure exactly what they do, and I'm not sure I want to.  I imagine there's a lot of cigar-smoking, beer drinking, and chest-thumping peppered with bathroom humor and colorful language.  My husband loves these annual trips because it's like a big frat party with the coolest men on the planet.


Honey Ice Cream

My husband has apiphobia.  Well, he's not exactly been diagnosed, but since I did take 3 years of psych classes in college, I'm obviously qualified.  Apiphobia is the fear of bees.  It's actually quite humorous to watch, and even after all these years together, I never tire of his amusing reaction to a little black and yellow buzzing insect.  


Grilled Pizza - Margherita Style

Summer is here in full force.  I don't know about you but it's roasty-toasty where I live.  And we all know what happens in summer - we start grilling.  However, I get tired of the hunk-o-meat thrown on the grill.  Don't get me wrong - I'm the first in line for some barbequed ribs or chicken.  But sometimes I want something non-meaty but still on the grill.  We grill pizza quite frequently in my household, especially in the summer.  The glorious thing about it is you can alter the toppings any way you like.  For the cavemen, load that pie up with bacon, prosciutto, pepperoni, sausage, or ground beef.  For me, my favorite is Grilled Pizza - Margherita Style. 


Garden - Worm Castings

This photo is not of soil or compost.  What you're looking at is worm poop.  Yes, people actually make a living harvesting and selling worm crap.  I've never used it before but I was so curious I just had to try it out.  I bought a bag from my local organic supply center.  I paid around $13 for my sack of crap.


Roasted Tomato and Goat Cheese Crostini

I'm going to start by saying how much I love our neighbors.  Somehow we built a house on a cul-de-sac surrounded by the most amazing people.  We absolutely love to get together to eat and drink and be merry.  There are a few honorary members of our "frat", whom are included in get-togethers.  We have been known to get rowdy from time to time and one of our favorite things is to ask moral and ethical questions and get into friendly debates on a subject.