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.
A bottle of wine is the perfect amount to be shared by two people. Perhaps if we all find a friend with whom to share a bottle of wine, the world will become a nicer place to live (and drink) in!
Not literally Hollywood, but Napa in a stretch limo is close enough.
The night wears on and your perfect pants are slipping down to your underwear, bagging in the butt, and bunching in the legs. Sound familiar?
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 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.
My dad was a Budweiser man (accompanied by a shot of Johnny Walker). He’d come home from work and grab a beer from the refrigerator in the garage that was always stocked with a case of cans. On the weekends, mowing the lawn and gardening activities were punctuated with ice cold Budweiser beer breaks.
When we have an end-of-summer bounty of tomatoes, we remember our parents’ love of gardening and make our own delicious fresh tomato recipes.
This wining hour, a melancholy mood draws me to the Warren Zevon album The Wind and his version of Bob Dylan’s “Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door”. The song is accompanied by a 2016 Justin Cabernet Sauvignon from Paso Robles.
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!