Words and photographs from a Buttershug
Mom was gracious enough to bake a large Italian feast for our large non-Italian family. Even with 8 people here, we had more leftovers than we knew what to do with. On the menu: baked rigatoni, lasagna, garlic bread, sausages and sautéed bell peppers.
Also, a few bokeh pictures thrown in for good measure… (I was playing with new camera toys while the delicious food was being prepared.)
Typically, I hate cooking. It’s not that I don’t know how- it’s that normally I just don’t care. However, the fact that I don’t cook regularly makes it more appreciated when I actually do. (Go me!) Here’s what I’ve been up to the last few days:
homemade tortilla chips - I chose to make these on the hottest day of the summer
I was sweaty by the time I was finished, but they were worth it
applefuckingdelicious - an apple cobbler mistake that went SO right
shredded chicken mixed with cheese and homemade enchilada sauce
first layer of rolled enchiladas - I always need at least two layers
and this is why I need two layers - they disappear FAST
Memphis is a great city, especially if you love blues. If you’re familiar with New Orleans, Beale Street is like the PG version of Bourbon Street: excellent food and great music but no b00bies. I had a great time, and the absolute best barbecue (and pancakes) that I’ve ever had in my life.
