we have the meats.

As a kid, I didn't much care for pot roast.

As any good mother would do, Mamster always put some on my plate anyway, but it didn't always end up in my stomach.

peanut butter and... #OXOGoodCookies

Let's do some word association, shall we? When I say "PB and...", what comes to mind?

smitten.

And really, can you blame me?

grazy in love

My name is Grace, and I'm a grazer.

it's here!

I teased you about The Casual Veggie last week, and now it's officially for sale!

almost too much of a good thing

Part of me feels like it should be illegal to include butter, sour cream, bacon, and cheese all in the same dish.

But that's just sensible Grace. I don't listen to her very often.*

it isn't dead, it's just resting

Chivalry, that is.

I definitely don't want to get into any sort of conversation about feminism (and people who know me might suggest that I usually don't want to get into any sort of conversation at all...), though I might be dancing around the topic a bit in this post. You've been warned.

poultry panacea

Here's the scenario: You're lethargic and can feel yourself getting sick, AND the weather outside is frightful (officially scratching Joaquin off the list for potential dog and/or baby names). What's for dinner?

the casual veggie

If you go meat-free at least one day per week, you might be a casual vegetarian.

scaling the precipice like a couple of mountain goats

My fiancé and I recently took a trip up north into Maine. Neither of us had been to the Pine Tree State before and were eager to see some moosen take in some awesome sights...and perhaps a bite or 50 of lobster.