As I mentioned yesterday, I’m cooking my way through the October issue of Cooking Light – and last night we had this chili-corn chip “pie” thingy. I’m not sure why they called it a ‘pie’, it’s nothing like a pie at all…kinda weird. What it’s supposed to be is a healthier version of a “walking taco” – which is (for those who are a long time removed from the grade school hot lunch program), a meaty chili mixture spooned inside a mini bag of Fritos, then topped with cheese and sour cream and smushed around and eaten out of the bag with a plastic sp’ork.
Summer Sandwich Challenge, Round 3: my favorite one yet! There are so many things I love about this sandwich, I hardly know where to start. I didn’t think it would be possible to beat my usual steak sandwich — this one comes pretty close though. I’m gonna call a tie.
I’ve made these sandwiches at LEAST five times since I first happened upon the recipe back in March. This is rare for me (rare, get it?) because normally I’m all about trying new and different recipes so that I fresh, family friendly material to share here. But we all need easy dishes that are simple […]
You’re looking at the perfect meal for a blustery winter day! A day so cold, I’ve got half a mind to toss on my full length mink before I venture out later. This is just the sort of day that calls for a mink coat, don’t you agree? All right, I don’t actually have a fur coat of any sort. But if I did, I’d darned sure be hauling it out today. I’ll throw on my puffy down jacket instead. I’ll put a fur coat on my list for Santa next year. And I’m sure he’ll be getting right on that request.
Where was I?
Ooooooh, I’ve got one for you today. A pull-out-the-stops, knock-‘em-dead appetizer. Fancy enough for a fabulous soiree and hearty at the same time. An hors d’ oeuvre that will establish your street cred as a total rock star in the kitchen, and elicit marriage proposals from whomever you serve it to.
I’m kidding! It’s the Holidays, friends. Let’s none of us be out wrecking homes over a hunka’ beef tenderloin.
As I set the table last night, I was steeling myself for that familiar dinnertime defeated feeling. Which one of those picky punks was gonna complain about the meal I had labored over for the past whole 25 minutes? NTYB would be a given, of course. But who else was gonna chime in with their two cents of menu displeasure / discontent / dissatisfaction? Who? Who?!
Seven super-short school days to go before summer vacation begins, and the countdown is on! Is it just me, or does it seem like there’s a LOT to cram in before next Wednesday arrives?! We’ve gotta get our kids through field day, picnics and class trips; help ‘em wrap up last minute projects and study for final exams; attend music programs, graduations, dances, and carpool to a seemingly endless string of parties…the list goes on and on. You probably have a few fabulous functions of your own that I haven’t mentioned. Go ahead and pile ‘em on. We’re moms. We can deal.
When I was in junior high, I was convinced that the absolute height of fancy living was dining on French Dip in a restaurant. Our family didn’t go out for dinner very often, but when we did venture to Mr. Steak for a special occasion meal, French Dip was nearly always my order. Tender roast beef on a toasted, buttery roll dunked in the cutest little dish of steaming au jus, along with big pile of thick cut steak fries – aw’ jeepers, the memory of that sandwich gets me all nostalgic for the early 80’s!
We have someone in our family who despises cilantro. I don’t want to name names or anything … but we call him DAD for short. Yep, my dad. He hates cilantro and he can spot it at twenty paces blindfolded with his nose plugged. It’s become a long-running joke in our family. And you know how dads are with their jokes … need I say more? I’ll just say it again: long running.
So, I know all ten of you are hanging around just dying to know what in the heck your favorite frugal blogger is whipping up for Christmas dinner this year (you were wondering…weren’t you?). Well, all this shopping and merry-making has taken a toll on a frugal gal’s pocketbook. But I haven’t any plans to resort to peanut butter sandwiches or canned meat – although, who knows – Spam might come into play in January.
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