Skillet Chicken with Melted Brie, Fig Jam, and Crispy Prosciutto
Silas took one bite of this and said “okay, we’re never going back to plain chicken breast again.” Bold statement …
Silas took one bite of this and said “okay, we’re never going back to plain chicken breast again.” Bold statement …
Silas is not a meatloaf guy. He’s told me this, unprompted, at least a dozen times since we got married. …
I used to think jerky was just something you grabbed off a shelf. Then I made a batch in my …
I brought this to a Super Bowl party once and forgot to take a picture before it was gone. That’s …
I’m going to be honest with you: I didn’t grow up thinking slow cooker meals were anything special. They felt …
My freezer used to be a graveyard of sad, forgotten ingredients I swore I’d use “eventually.” Then I started making …
It started raining the second Silas walked in the door last Tuesday. Not a light drizzle either. The kind where …
I burned chili once. In a crockpot. A device that is, by design, nearly impossible to mess up. I’d like …
I used to think chili had to be red, beefy, and simmered for six hours to count as “real” chili. …
My husband Silas ate eleven of these before I even sat down at the table. I counted. He denied it. …