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!
I have some questions about my new Frigidaire Gallery Gas Range. I’m working the stovetop with panache (except that I can’t cook rice, even on the lowest setting, without the pot boiling over.) I’ve even been able to turn on the oven and roast some stuff. But the removable rack configuration has me baffled. TheContinue reading “Decoding Oven Racks: 101”
I have this bartender app where you enter ingredients you have on hand and it spits out a cocktail recipe for you. Let’s try the same method with food and see what we can come up with for tonight’s dinner.
Two bottles of Italian liqueurs have been languishing in the liquor cabinet and threatened with drain pouring and bottle recycling by the Keeper of the Cabinet (aka spouse). “Oh, noooo…” say I in my best Mr. Bill impersonation. But what will we do with Amaro Montenegro and Amaro CioCiaro? First, we taste. Amaro is aContinue reading “Amaro and the Italian American”
What’s playing in your wine glass?
Somewhere along the line, my brother-in-law tasted deep-fried turkey and was hooked. The very next holiday involving turkey at his house presented him the opportunity to try to convert us to worshipers of deep-fried bird.
In the spirit of drinking games that have you take a sip whenever a word or phrase is spoken, we’ve adapted our version to Philadelphia’s Action News and the code word is “Schuylkill” (pronounced SKOO-kul). Since we’re new to the area, the place name Schuylkill has a novel sound to our unfamiliar ears. And itContinue reading “A “State” Of Mistaken Identity”
Realtors tend to impart their wisdom with a cache of axioms that, when selling your house, you wish weren’t true.
We spend a sleepless night wondering what went wrong. Can they call off the sale after the contract is signed? Why don’t they want the house suddenly? Can our realtor save the deal?