I discovered within the last couple of years that I am, indeed, a passionate lover of goat cheese. Not really the crumbly goat cheese – I like the stuff that comes in a log and is creamy and tangy and delicious. So when I saw //this recipe for Herbed Goat Cheese//, my mouth immediately started
I have to be honest, I wasn’t totally sure about this tip. I 100% chose it because I knew my husband would devour it (and devour it he did), because he is a pickle fiend. And I love pickles, especially Claussen pickles, but I was not sold on the idea of them being lost in
I have previously //waxed poetic here// about my love for blue cheese dressing. I consider myself a blue cheese dressing expert. I know what restaurants have good blue cheese dressing, and what restaurants have meh blue cheese dressing. I have had my go-to recipe for forever, which is straight out of a //Morton’s Steakhouse cookbook//,
If you know me at all, you know how much I like dips. I like to dip things in dips. Especially, especially, especially creamy, mayo-based dips! I do not dip fries in ketchup. Why would I do that when I could use the excuse to ingest more mayo?! My favorite thing to dip things into
When I was a kid my mom used to make the most buttery, salty garlic bread. I am not entirely sure how she made it, I should probably ask her. But one day while scrolling through Pinterest, I found //this recipe for Garlic Bread Spread// and it sounded so much like what my mom made,
I don’t really know what Chuy’s is, I am assuming it’s a restaurant of some kind, all I know is that when I saw //this dip// on Pinterest it looked creamy and delicious, and those are my two favorite criteria for anything going into my mouth. I was excited to make it for a Mexican-themed
I mentioned in my post for Mexican Street Corn Tostadas a couple weeks back that I was pretty inspired by that recipe and made a corn dip….thing. Is it weird that I think the words “corn dip” just don’t jive together? I don’t know why. It sounds pretty redneck. Y’ALL COME FETCH YA SOME CORN
Several years ago, I went to visit my friend Sara in Kansas City with some girlfriends, and we went out to dinner at this Italian place called Garozzo’s. On the way there, Sara raved about the bread dipping oil. WAIT TILL YOU DIP YOUR BREAD IN THAT OIL… OMG. And I chuckled a little, thinking,
Believe it or not, I never ate at an Olive Garden until I was well into adulthood. I was in my early 20s and living in Spokane, WA with Aaron, and there is (or, was, rather) a major lack of non-chain restaurants in Spokane. We couldn’t find a mom and pop pizza shop to save