This is a bonus recipe that I just always make all the time, and it never occurred to me that other people may not know how in the hell to do this. I have no picture of this. But it is so easy to imagine. But first let’s get into the mood! Continue reading Stovetop Hot Chocolate
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I have gone back and forth about posting this recipe. Well, for two reasons. Number One, it’s so easy my dog could prepare this. Number Two, it is so good, I don’t want people knowing how easy it is when I serve it to them. Then I thought, you know what? As my Mama says, God Don’t Like Ugly. And keeping things from people is just Ugly. So, here ya go. Continue reading Hamburger Pie
I’m gonna share with you my Mama Jean’s recipe for Red Velvet Cake. I can remember when I was a kid she would usually have some sort of cake or pie or something just sitting there in the kitchen on her table underneath a glass cake dome. I don’t own a glass cake dome. I live in NYC, and we don’t have space for things that are not essential to everyday life–which makes me wonder why I don’t have a glass cake dome….. Continue reading Red Velvet Cake
It’s no secret that I love my fellow bloggers and blog friends that I have met during NaBloPoMo. One, of my favorite people in the entire world, Jen Nelson Lane has a very successful blog called Hey Y’all. Jen and I met almost 10 years ago during graduate school at the University of Alabama. Her husband, Marcus Lane, was a great friend of mine all through grad school. The Lanes and I have enough shared history to fill a whole blog on our own, but its a heck of a lot more fun to just string it out a bit. We’ve done lots of things together: most of which include eating. I’ve asked Jen to guest blog for y’all today. If you like what you read, be sure to go visit her on her blog. You will find her on my blogroll! I’ll just tell one quick story, then let Jen take it from here. The Lanes and I vacationed to Key West, Florida once several years back. The purpose of the trip was to escape New York City, have some quality time, and get some Baby’s Coffee. While we were down there, one of our main sources of entertainment was fishing. (This is a constant theme in our shared histories). Anyways. All week, I couldn’t catch a fish to save my life. I also like to consider myself a fisherman. I can remember countless times at Big Bass (our country house) fishing and cooking our catch. But for some reason, I coudn’t catch a fish in Key West to save my life. Well, we had been out fishing all day, everyone caught something but me. Jen and Marcus had to run to the drug store to get more bait, and I stayed there a fishin’. At this point, I threw all caution to the wind and used my Daddy Dan’s (paternal grandfather) old trick. I started screaming “El Fisho!!!”. As a child he told me that the fish would hear you say that and would bite. It worked for him, so I thought it would work for me. Low and behold, I caught a fish. Well, a BARRACUDA. Now if you know anything about barracudas, you know that you can’t just “catch” one. They have very sharp teeth and usualy bite right through the line. I somehow got this thing out of the water, off the hook long enough to pose for a photo with it. I wanted to show it to Jen and Marcus, so I just tossed it into the deep freezer. Jen and Marcus took a couple of pit stops on the way home (like you do in Florida) and the fish froz there in the freezer. When they got back, I took the barracuda out and showed them. After we all laughed about it, and told me that we couldn’t eat it. I did what I thought would make Mama Jean haunt me for life. I threw that “dead” fish back into the water. I was real upset that I had killed it. So I just sat there watching it lay lifeless there in the bottom by the pier. I sat there for a while then the miracle happened. That little ‘cuda thawed out and swam away. I am not kidding you. So I didn’t kill it after all!!! Now Jen Nelson Lane makes kick-ass Jambalaya. This recipe is the perfect way to use up all that leftover turkey from Thanksgiving. I’m making it tonight, and I hope you will soon, too! Here is Jen’s recipe, and in true Hungry Homo fashion, a story to go along with it! Enjoy, and “Take It Away, Jen!!!” Continue reading Jambalaya
Will resume when I emerge from underneath Black Friday Weekend.
Ok, gentle readers. I am still in quite a tizzy from Thanksgiving and all the mess that is Black Friday and working in retail. Last night after Thanksgiving was over, the guests left, and it was just me and a glass of wine at the table, I had a total emotional breakdown. Not a bad one. The emotions that came from Thanksgiving this year were so wonderful and beautiful that it was overwhelming. It was sobering. And beautiful. And at that moment, I realized that even though my grandparents are no longer walking the Earth, they really aren’t that far away after all. Peace and Love. |
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Ok y’all. Nothing, just NOTHING screams Crazy Ole’ Southern Person than a Red Velvet Cake. Red Velvet Cake is the one thing that unites all people below the Mason/Dixon Line. We all love it. We all make it. When we don’t have it, we lust over it.
Ok. Everybody knows how to make Baked Beans. You open a can and bake them. Well, years ago, my Mama taught me how to gussy them canned beans up so they taste different. I mean you don’t want your baked beans to just taste like everybody else’s, do you?? This is so easy, and will make your family think that you have had beans in the crock pot all day. But you and I know the secret. You haven’t. 
Now, if you know me at all, you will know that I LOVE BOURBON. It’s a true story. I tell all my Yankee friends that down South, we have three spigots on our sinks: Hot, Cold, and Bourbon. It’s just that prominent down there. And any connoisseur of Bourbon knows that there are a lot of ways to drink it. Well, I also love to cook with it. Jack Daniel’s is my preferred Bourbon for mixing with anything or cooking with. Maker’s Mark is my preferred Bourbon for sippin’, or Juleps, or Manhattans. Ok, I have digressed. That’s what Jack Daniels will do to you. 
Ok, I have never in my live been accused of being real fancy. But after taking a trip through my 
So this is about the most waited for dish at my family’s Thanksgiving EVERY Year! My Granny J had 6 children, and for Thanksgiving they were all in charge of 1 thing. Nita (my Mama’s next older sister) was in charge of making this every year. Well, there was that one year that noone knew where Nita was. In my family, we can’t remember which year it was, but we refer to it as the year of 9 Sweet Potato Casseroles. 
