biscuits and roasted chicken gravy

Texas biscuits and roasted chicken gravy

One of my favorite television shows is Justified, which sadly, ended this past year after 6 delectable seasons.

For those not familiar, the story is centered around US Marshall Raylan Givens (played by the handsome Timothy Olyphant) with an affinity for ice cream whom returns to his place of birth in Kentucky where he fights hillbilly crime in his own eccentric manner. Hilarity ensues.

There are many reasons to like, if not love, the show. I’ll share just a small handful of the reasons I adore it so.

First, let’s get this out up front. Timothy Olyphant is perfection, with…

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sloppy joes with buttery hamburger buns

bread, entree, meat | March 9, 2014 | By

In planning my first move to Europe, I had this grand delusion that it would be just like home except with cobblestone streets, architecture older than 1952, pubs full of locals drunkenly singing in unison and exotic-accented men, as those are the only reasons anyone moves to Europe in the first place.

I definitely got the cobbled streets, the historic structures, the quaint pubs and, of course, the exotic men folk to oggle. But it was nothing like home.

Perhaps underneath my cliched expectations of Europe, different was what I actually wanted. Some place new and exciting to invigorate the…

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sleepless white bread

Sleepless White Bread Recipe

bread | September 4, 2013 | By

A couple days ago I awoke to an uncontrollable craving.

It was a craving so strong that my to do list had suddenly been wiped clean and replaced with only one task: Satiate My Hunger Pang. A hankering had moved into my subconscious, kicked his feet up on the couch and started hogging the television. What else was I do to but oblige.  

On this particular day, all I wanted IN THE WORLD was a loaf of crusty, chewy, freshly baked bread hot, delicious and full of gluten and carbohydrates.

Sure I could skamper down to one of the dozens…

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red sauce pizza

bread, entree | May 22, 2013 | By

I have been on a long, arduous mission. A mission to find the perfect red sauce.

When I was a little girl, and a teenager then a college student, there was an Italian (a term I use loosely) restaurant in my hometown that I adored for their lasagna. It wasn't a fancy place. It wasn't in the best part of town. There were no artisanal ingredients. There were gumball machines in the lobby and the waitresses were full of sass.

There was nothing particularly special about the lasagna, but I adored it nonetheless….

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