A hearty wintry dish that tastes a little bit like summer? I think we could all use some of that. Check out my post and the recipe on Marcus Samuelsson’s blog!
I don’t really remember what the first warning sign was.
The fact that Anu grabbed the bag of chickpea flour from the pantry thinking it was all-purpose?
Or maybe it was the cup she grabbed to measure out the flour?
(And no…I don’t mean measuring cup. It was a cup. One that you would come home after a long day at lab and pour single malt scotch water into.)
Either way, it was at some point in between the two that I started watching with hawk-eye intensity the goings on in my kitchen.
The only thing worse than having an old Chinese food container full of caramel pecan pie filling in your fridge without an intended destination or life purpose (other than Grey’s Anatomy-induced stress eating on a Derek Shepherd-full Saturday night)….
…is finding a boom box on top of a filing cabinet in lab. With a CASSETTE tape in it that is probably as old as the beginning of time.
And not having a dance party in the middle of lab on a dreary Thursday-that-felt-like-it-should-be-Friday morning.
You guys.
Last night I had a run-in with the law.
And by law…I mean a bag of a certain chocolatey-delicious shell filled with a peanut butter/confectioner’s sugar mash-up also known as the only chocolate candy worth eating EVER.
Umm yeah. Same thing.
It was a make or break kind of moment.
Like when you’re driving and you hear those sirens go off behind you. And you’re like uh, not me. So in that moment as the panic creeps up, you can either speed away as fast as you can and hope that no one decides to chase you or send a SWAT team or open fire.
Or you can pull over like the complacent citizen you are, listen to the officer try to tell you that you went through a stop sign that you know for sure doesn’t exist. Bat your pretty eyelashes, say you’ll never do it again, and get away with a warning.
You know…one of those moments.
Parsnips may be the less vibrantly hued cousins of carrots, but anemic in anything other than color, they are not. For a delicious and healthy way to prepare them, check out my post about this soup on Marcus Samuelsson’s blog!
I am submitting this to Deb at Kahakai Kitchen for Souper Sundays as well as to the Allergy-Free Wednesdays Blog Hop!
Let’s just call a bad hairpiece a bad hairpiece.
This mac and cheese looks like it has a chia pet growing on it’s head.
Fact.
Welcome to Eats Well With Others, where we take a vegetable-and-cupcake laden approach to life (always with a bit of laughter on the side)!
