Easter, which celebrates Jesus Christ’s resurrection from the dead, is Christianity’s most important holiday. Lately I've found myself reminiscing about the church that I grew up in, the churches that I've worked for, and Easters past. Recollections of Easter dresses, little white gloves, Easter bonnets and palm frond crosses quickly come to mind.
Charles Kuralt once wrote that in America, “You can find your way across this country using burger joints the way a navigator uses stars.” A lot has changed since Kuralt wrote that line. There are far fewer of those stars thanks to the relentless flood of corporate fast food. Back in the day a burger was something made by hand and served up at hometown diners and drive-ins with names like Ruth’s and Big Al’s. My own hometown burger joint (Ruth’s in Hartsville, SC) has been family owned and operated since 1945. Located just a few blocks from the high school, it’s still the first place anyone looks for truant students.
It's a real treat for me to find recipes that don't completely wreck my kitchen. Dirty dishes seem to follow me everywhere I go. I guess it's one of the hazards of my chosen profession. Both of the recipes this week are super delicious and super easy. Best of all, they both only use a very few dishes. Happy Cooking!
“May the leprechauns be near you, to spread luck along your way.
And, may all the Irish angels smile upon you St. Patrick's Day.”
Corned beef is a long-standing American St. Patrick’s Day tradition. In Ireland, the St. Patrick’s Day meal would most likely be ham and cabbage. Corned beef is a beef brisket or round roast cured in brine which leaves the beef bright red and flavorful.
Speaking of my most recent article wherein I discussed getting started with wine as a hobby . . . my instructor in Boston wanted to start his class off with a wine that was light in alcohol content, a good aperitif, and/or a good match with food. Enter Muscadet!
A recipe is a story that ends with a good meal. Pat Conroy, Author & Cook
There ought to be a law, was something I heard a lot as a child growing up in the South. My best friend's mother used it constantly and applied it liberally.
There ought to be a law, she'd say, that anyone with a butt that big shouldn't be able to buy pants that tight. A brief pause for effect and, Bless her heart.