Beef
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“Five times better” Meatballs
I know I've got a good thing going when Dave tells me four times how good it is, then adds, "These meatballs are five times better than Ikea's, and four times better than Costco's." I had no idea my husband had spent so much time analyzing meatballs, but as long as mine came out on top, I don't really care how he reached those numbers.
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Giant Crock Pot Pesto Meatballs
The snow is just coming down like crazy … you should see it! This is our second visit to Lake Tahoe during “winter.” Technically, it’s not winter yet, but this is the second time we’ve been snowed in. I am overjoyed about that. Here’s what our deck looked like early this morning … … and here’s the tree in front of our condo. Don’t let that blue sky in the background fool you. It grayed right up again and started snowing within minutes of this shot. Yay! I had planned to make chili, but for some reason today, spaghetti and meatballs sounded better. So that’s what’s in the crock pot…
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Meatloaf with a Tangy Glaze
I don’t know what it is about meatloaf. It seems there’s not a neutral person on earth when the word is brought up. You either get a big smiley “Mmm” or a scowl and a grunt. We all love meatloaf at our house. It’s just one of those comfort foods that you hope will be waiting for you on blustery fall days when you’ve fought traffic all the way home and your tummy is growling. Everyone perks up at our house when you mention the word “meatloaf.” More often than not, I serve it alongside creamy, buttery mashed potatoes and peas (which everyone loves except my daughter-in-law. But she’s new.…
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Fair-Worthy Corn Dogs
I was watching Paula Deen a few weeks ago (I adore her to pieces, btw. When, o when is she going to invite me over for coffee?) when she announced that she was going to show us how to make "Co-wern Dahgs." I almost didn't have time to ponder her impressive ability to pull a second syllable out of a one-syllable word, because my thoughts instantly went to the Fair ...
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Meatball Surprise
So … I’m not supposed to do anything. Anything. At least that’s what it sounded like when my doctor said, “I want you inactive until I see you again next week.” Apparently I will jeopardize my healing if I lick a stamp, or comb my hair, or make a batch of meatballs. But being that we were snowed in today, and the meals that two of my friends (Mary and Ashley) made for us couldn’t quite make it to our house, I thought I might challenge that last one. How hard could it be to just mosey into the kitchen and do a little chopping and mixing? I mean, we…
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Enchilada Casserole
Not too much time today … I’ve got my little grandperson toddling around in front and behind me, wanting up one minute and down the next. Gage disapproves of my blogging, so whenever the chance strikes — say, when something on Sesame Street catches his eye and he forgets me for six seconds — I type as fast as I can. But I don’t mind. As I remember things, these babies grow up much faster than we’re comfortable with. So here’s a very short, very sneaky post. Enchilada Casserole 2 lbs hamburger 1 large onion, chopped 1 medium green pepper, chopped 2 14-oz cans diced tomatoes 1 cup water 2+…
