Nothing says welcome home like an old fashioned hamburger with homemade sweet potato chips. Salty/sweet flavor combinations thrill my senses and, boy, are they ever easy to make.
Thanks to recent travels, I got to jog my homemade potato chip memory at the OK Cafe in Atlanta, GA where these babies are served warm on demand with blue cheese dressing for dip. As I scarfed down my share, I thought: I need to remember to make these when I get home. And guess what? I remembered.
I also remembered to take pictures so you can make them, too, without ever having to battle traffic and crowds — at your very own kitchen table. Am I a pal, or what?
All you need are two sweet potatoes, some sea salt (or regular table salt — up to you), and a few cups of oil. (more…)
After spending nearly a week in Hotlanta (Atlanta) for a trade show, I came home craving something cool and fresh that didn’t contain vast amounts of high fructose corn syrup. Out came the lemon juice, honey, water, and frozen raspberries. Lemonade snobs would surely cringe at my use of honey but who in the world has time to care about lemonade snobs? (more…)
As many of you know, we do not have The Farm yet. We have three acres, many plans, a garden, and some useful critters. Big dreams; tiny budget. This means that we spend a ridiculous amount of time drooling over farms belonging to other people. Like the farm that a dear friend of mine from Virginia sent information about (it hit the auction block today). Check out the fly-bys. Drool. Shall we all drool together? (more…)
Yep. I thought that title might get ya. That’s right, this entire post is about organic pesticides and the moral debate involved in using them (a.k.a. killing). It’s also got some charming garden pictures. How about that for confusing? (more…)
Today, we have been unable to pry ourselves from the depths of our sofa except, of course, to peer into the computer screen at the photolisting of Georgia’s adoptable children. And there we would sit looking at sibling groups (generally four beautiful children or more) that we could never afford to support and which would require us to replace our vehicles just so we could vacation as a family. This dangerous pastime had us walking from room to room (this does not take long in a 3 bedroom/2 bathroom rancher) and saying things like, “We could store that queen size pillow top mattress somewhere and replace it with bunk beds. The kids wouldn’t mind.”
But wouldn’t they? For a brief and unhappy moment in time, I shared a bedroom with a sibling. Personal space is not really that important until you no longer have any of it to call your own. You know? Then chalk lines appear down the center of the room — battle lines are drawn and full on war begins. (more…)
Well, we won’t go into what that title actually means but if you just have to know then you can click here. This phrase was quoted to me by one of my dear friends after I ranted and raved over the poor manners of today’s society. This led me to wonder how many of us do-gooders have suffered at the hands of the discourteous. (more…)
Did I say mock? I do not mean to mock the Swedish — just their meatballs. Their meatballs are just plain heaven. Did I say heaven? Well, I meant it. And yes, that’s a random picture of my kitchen.
Gather all those spices, soy sauce, Worcestershire sauce plus an egg, nutmeg, allspice, and some garlic cloves (I forgot to put them in the picture). The amounts are listed at the bottom of the post. I added a little more nutmeg than I wrote down. For fun. (more…)
Nothing says welcome home like an old fashioned hamburger with homemade sweet potato chips. Salty/sweet flavor combinations thrill my senses and, boy, are they ever easy to make.
