This post is long overdue. Those who cook with tantrums know that it doesn't begin and end with cooking. We wake up with tantrums. We ("don't wannaaaaaa!!!!") go to bed with tantrums. We use the bathroom with our tantrums trying so desperately to claw their way through the door that we worry one day they just might. And that just goes for the stubborn ones of us who haven't yet given in to the open door policy. TMI? Yeah. Our entire existence is TMI. Which is why we could use a drink. Or five. Don't judge. ...continue reading Shandy
Store bought spice rubs are a Godsend. Pre measured, pre packaged, just sprinkle and go. Minimal thinking required. My kinda shortcut.
Until, of course, you get hooked on a specific spice rub that happens to be seasonal while your addiction is year-round. So you sit there and wonder how you'll carry on. You wonder what you'll put on your steaks now.. You wonder if life is still worth living. You wonder if, perhaps, you're a tad too dramatic. ...continue reading Coffee Garlic Rub