Many years ago, back when we lived in Charlotte, a friend invited us over for dinner. I’m not necessarily a picky eater, but I am a particular eater. Which is basically code for: I like to have control over what I’m eating. So going to someone’s house for a meal isn’t...
*This post contains affiliate links. I'm pretty sure comfort food is my love language. Seriously, I love nothing more than a belly full of happiness, and today's recipe delivers just that. I will say this, I am not usually a fan of leftovers. (I know, I know. Luckily,...
Let me first start this post with a disclaimer. I am not a chef. I am hardly a "cook." If you don't believe me, ask my husband about our first year of marriage. I served everything Teriyaki with a side of Velveeta mac & cheese. The kitchen was a battleground, and...
The student union at App had a restaurant upstairs called McAlisters. It's a regular chain deli, but that particular one took my magical meal card. (Can we all pour a little out in memory of those magical little cards? And also? Thanks parents. You had us so fooled...
Here's the thing: date nights can get unnecessarily expensive. Think about it: the booze, the appetizers, the entrees, dessert. And that's just dinner. I don't know about you, but we're saving to buy a house. I cry over my dollar bills when I exchange them for a glass...
Okay, if I'm being totally honest, I'm in a food rut 99.9% of the time. I have a slight addiction to eating out. And I also tend to toe the line of hangry before I finally start to make any food decisions. That's not a recipe for success I tell you. I don't...