frittayta, frittahta

Frittata is one of those words that always requires me to use my brain to spell. Focaccia is another one. I'm never quite sure if the double letters come first or last.

too many tomatoes?

I submit that there is no such thing! Guess how many tomato plants we have in our garden...and scattered all around our house wherever we could find a sunny (and in some cases, not so sunny) spot in the ground for them! Guess!

his favorite

While I'm assuredly pretty close to the tippy-top of my boyfriend's list of favorite people*, this is a post about his favorite desserts.

*I'm pretty sure he isn't thrilled that I'm focusing on him in a post, and it could result in me moving down a notch or two on the aforementioned list.

southern sacrilege

Confession: I don't really like fried chicken!

In making that bold statement, I think I might be risking my right to proclaim myself a Southerner.

i get by with a little help...

...from prepackaged shredded cabbage.

worthy of a double take

Six years ago, I featured this cake. SIX YEARS. Where does the time go?