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January
Hollandaise for two
I don’t know if Hollandaise sauce is the most decadent, delicious, lemony, buttery creation ever invented but I’d like you to beat it if you…
An apron with my name
I want an apron with my name on it. I stopped working full time in January. I can’t quite bring myself to call it “retired.”…
Falling out of love with my grill
I never thought I would see this day and I’m even hesitant to write about it, but I’ve had a revelation regarding my gas grill…
The Wedge
Forget grain bowls, coconut-oil based dressings and…please…no more kale. Lately, I’ve been pining away for a good old Wedge. No one knows who invented that…
Make yourself a regular
King Daddy and I adopted a travel plan when we first went overseas. Go to one locale and make yourself a regular. When we went…
Goulash
I seem to be surrounded by goulash these days. Now that Dammit Boy lives in Vienna he makes it or eats it in a restaurant…
The fruit ninja
My son, who many of you know as Dammit Boy, is a 26-year-old research associate at the Vienna Center for Disarmament and Non-Proliferation. He is…
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March
Hollandaise sauce
The textbook description of Hollandaise sauce is this: Hollandaise sauce is an emulsion of egg yolk and liquid butter, usually seasoned with lemon juice, salt,…
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February
Grilled t-bone steaks with crab and Hollandaise
Valentine’s Day is tomorrow. I just know King Daddy has bought me a big ol’ box of chocolates and a dozen red roses. Kidding! KD…
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December
Blender hollandaise sauce (and a multitude of sins)
I mentioned a Christmas factoid in the last post that most people gain less than a pound between Thanksgiving and New Year’s. I personally think…
17
October
Teaching the boy to grill
I am tremendously excited about this weekend. King Daddy and I are heading to Knoxville to visit Noah over fall break and he has asked…
7
June
Eggs Benedict
Do not be afraid. Really, you can do this because I’m going to give you the two most spectacular tips ever for producing restaurant-quality Eggs…
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March
Smack talk at church
“You’re not going to serve those $8 sausages at breakfast are you?” Greer Carlisle asked suspiciously. We were standing in front of the West Wind…