Icing on the Cupcake

My (pound cake) gramma’s house, the house where my dad chased rattlesnakes, cured tobacco in the barn throughout his summers, and where he to-this-day parks his 1984 Nissan pick-up truck (the same pick-up truck in which I learned to drive stick shift, and the same one I stole Doral ultra-lights from in high school) is [...]

I Miss My Ex…

… boyfriend’s gramma’s red velvet cake. I truly do.
Why is it that almost every gramma is notorious for producing only the absolute best cake that you ever put into your mouth? My own gramma (not the s’mores one, the other one) used to make those pound cakes that put all the other pound cakes to [...]

Ain’t No Thang but a Chicken Wing

Most of America is looking forward to this Sunday for one reason or another. Cooking sites, beer brands, restaurants, t-shirt companies, and even The Who are set to capitalize on the event, which is undoubtedly the most watched TV-broadcast in America.

I Heard You Wanted S’more Marshmallows?

I will not apologize for what you see here, nor the recipe that follows. In fact, my post from Friday foreshadowed an occurence such as this (speaking of Friday, don’t forget to vote for this Friday’s post over to your right) and therefore, if you did your reading, you should not be too terribly surprised.
What [...]