Roasted Mashed Garlic Cauliflower. It’s creamy, and roasty, and garlicky with a slightly nutty flavor, and a way to get your kids to eat vegetables when their food group preferences consist of all things white and tan. Winner, winner, cauliflower dinner. And don’t even look at me with that questioning side-eye. This is not that…
Baked FRITTATAAAAA…Ah.AAh.AAAA…! We need to bring frittatas back into our lives. Make them the cool kid at breakfast again. Also because I like the word. FREE-TA-TAS. Noooo, C’MON people. NOT LIKE THAT. We’re keeping our bras on. (I think I just embarrassed the one dude who reads my blog.)
Pesto is the besto. Especially the homemade kind. You could buy a jar of pre-made sun-dried tomato pesto at the store but it’s not going to make you weep tears of joy and prompt you to prance around your kitchen on your tippy-toes as the homemade stuff will.
A plethora of fresh herbs, caramelized onions, baby potatoes enraptured in a light and tangy yogurt Champagne mustard vinaigrette, crispy salty bacon, and of course hard-boiled eggs. What would a potato salad even be without the hard-boiled eggs? Such questions should never be pondered.
THIS POST IS SPONSORED BY THE OREGON RASPBERRY AND BLACKBERRY COMMISSION Ra-Ra Ah-Ah-Ah Raspberry Hand Pies…with white chocolate drizzle. Nothing bad about this romance.
Hey friends?!Hey what?!Are you ready?!For what?!To pop!Pop what?!Popsicles!!! That intro too much?
Hey HEYYY!!! Where are my chips and salsa people?!?!