Written by Cara Lyons
I have a love/hate relationship with pot luck suppers. As a guest, I appreciate the fact that I can bring a dish, contribute to the meal, and know it is guaranteed there will be something gluten free there for me to eat.
As a hostess, I have a little trouble letting the control of my menu go. OK, I may be just a bit of a control freak. I am willing to admit it. Having said that
It seems there is some small print in my marriage contract I failed to read because apparently, in my house, cooking food over fire outdoors (such as on the barbeque) is the sole domain of the man of the house, the alpha male, the HUSBAND!
Now I would get all over that sexist point of view if it weren’t for two things
It seems like only yesterday we were popping champagne corks and heralding in the new decade. Now it is March! Where has the time gone? For me and possibly for you as well, it has rushed by in a flurry of frenzied activity; the days are long and filled to the brim with things to do, places to go
Funny how indulgence breeds indulgence. It seems that when one has indulged in perhaps a little too much wine or one two many martinis (dirty made with gin for me, extra dirty, extra olive) the proper cure is to indulge in a sinfully rich breakfast with all the essential components; a little protein, a little fat, some