Boozy Beginnings

Inspiration struck during cocktail hour one evening when I referred to our routine as our “boozy lifestyle”. In a trendy culture of beauty, fitness, and fashion lifestyle gurus, the idea of being a boozy lifestyle expert carries a measure of irony with it. The word ‘boozy’ expresses just the irreverence I was looking for; not youthful, feminine, or especially well-mannered.

End of Summer Lobster Lover

Carmen’s Seafood Restaurant in Sea Isle New Jersey, like many of the shore town restaurants, closes for the winter. It makes perfect sense considering the restaurant has no outside walls. (Just a few interior walls like for the kitchen and the restrooms.) To clear out the larder before the season ends, they have a belly-buster, fixed price, all the seafood you can imagine dinner. The idea sounds great in theory, but my belly doesn’t need busting at this point, so we go for the lobster. In particular, the post-Labor Day two lobster lunch special (no sharing allowed.)

I Was An Instant Pot Virgin

I was resistant to getting an Instant Pot at first. Not because I’m afraid of some new-fangled appliance or to learn a few new tricks in the kitchen. We’re just not big fans of braised meats, particularly beef. So why did I need an Instant Pot?
The answer is baby back ribs.

Former Vegetarian’s First Attempt At Cooking Prime Rib

In case you are wondering why it’s taken me so long to make a standing rib roast for the first time, once upon a time I was a vegetarian. It didn’t make much sense considering how much I loved a juicy rare steak, but I sacrificed my meat-eating ways to be in synch with my boyfriend. Ah, the things we do for love!