My husband is a “no tomato” guy. He orders no tomatoes on everything. Until one day I made this jammy, un-tart, garlicky, buttery concoction that converted him to sometimes liking tomatoes. And that is what I live for. Oh and let’s not for[...]
My husband is a “no tomato” guy. He orders no tomatoes on everything. Until one day I made this jammy, un-tart, garlicky, buttery concoction that converted him to sometimes liking tomatoes. And that is what I live for. Oh and let’s not for[...]
So here’s how this went. Actually, let me preface this entire baking story with these facts: I’ve watched way too many episodes of The Great British Baking show. My son got “a little bit of pneumonia” yesterday (the doctor’s exact[...]
"So, these are from your garden?" he asked, showing the proper amount of curiosity, knowing how excited I was to share my new pickles. "Yep! I picked that cucumber two days ago and put him straight into the jar. From the vine to the bri[...]