Last year around this time, I was regaling you all with my Christmastime sausage habits. Don’t worry, the sausage addiction is very much alive and well – I made kale and sausage stew on Sunday night and I have several varieties in the freezer, ready to be broken out at a moment’s notice.
Good news, everyone. I’ve successfully gone without sausage for a day and a half now.
As I said a few weeks ago, this is the month of sausage.
We’re entering the time of year when my main food group is sausage.
Merry Christmas, y’all!
I’d apologize for being late but Christmas is 12 days, so really, I’m in the clear.
Merry Christmas from me and Marlowe! We love each other so much, as evidenced by this photo, and we want to share that love with you.
I’ve been hard at work in the kitchen all week with recipes that, of course, are top secret. I’m bummed I can’t share them with you, but what can I say? Family tradition is sacred. Here is a photo of my Nana’s Yorkshire pudding. She makes it every Christmas and I could eat it all day long. But then I’d quadruple in size and, well, that’s just not something I’m interested in, ya know?
This pudding is like a majestic volcano, steaming and about to erupt in sizzling, fatty drops. Heavenly.
Anyway, I’ll be back very soon with some delights to share. Merry Christmas, y’all!
We all have family secrets, right? I’m not talking about that weird skeleton in the closet stuff because that’s for a different time, like when you accidentally down buckets of wine. I’m talking about a family’s secret recipes. As it turns out, my biggest and best Christmas recipes are just that – secrets. Those are the recipes that I’m not willing to share with all twelve of you that read this lil’ ole blog. I guess that’s kind of silly since most of you are family, but here’s hoping a few others are reading!