♥ Move over, Cupid. I’ve got this. ♥ I assembled a dozen arrows this Valentine’s weekend that work like Cupid’s but don’t require mad archery skills. They do, however, require...
Do you recall an untimely holiday or birthday in a new romance when you first exchanged gifts? An occasion that tested the how-well-do-you-know-me quotient and forced you to compete in the how-much-d...
The good folks at Publix and the National Pork Board have offered to send one lucky Paper Apron reader a big box of the following goodies: 8 x $5 Fresh Pork Coupons (Yep, $40 dollar’s worth!) A...
I love pork. My mouth does a Pavlovian {gulp} at the smell of sizzling bacon. The wafting air of pork chops grilling outside or the sight of a big platter of saucy BBQ on a summer picnic table makes ...
Once in a great while, you sip a spoonful of sublime, flavorful goodness that WOWs the woolen socks off your pretty pedicured toes. Back in October, after a long Sunday of chicken stock brewing and p...
Every year around this time, usually during a long shopping day of trying to find just the right thing for…well, perhaps, you!, I get a green-eyed grinchy itch in my heart. I see baubles –...
Infamous after-parties don’t always have celebrity sightings. Some have plates of leftovers pulled from plastic containers and party-goers curled on the couch in fuzzy bedroom slippers. They ea...
I am thankful for… A holiday dinner where laughter triumphed over dysfunction An injury-free, explosion-less turkey fry Leaves blowing in the air, leaves on the ground, leaves in a pile Leftove...
Flat. Iron. and Steak. From an Argentinian rodeo, to a corner bistro in Paris, from your neighborhood Vietnamese grill, to your neighbor’s backyard BBQ, the Flat Iron Steak is being piled high ...
Down South, soaring July temperatures have us begging for cold-as-an-ice-box lunches: chilled bowls of cantaloupe cubes and watermelon chunks, tuna salad with crunchy cold celery hearts, refrigerated...
I can be a star-struck-kinda gal. When I saw Tara Reid– the movie starlet-cum-calamity– at the bellman’s desk outside of the W, the miniature blond was a kludge of platforms, droopy...
Yes, it’s CSA time. It’s time we toss our plastic eating habits in with the recyclables and open our waxed bushel boxes to a reveal a rainbow of roots and verdant greens. It’s time ...
Yes, yes you do. I don’t quite know what to say. And actually, I suppose that says it all. Sometimes you just need to shut up and think. So, if you’ve been by the Paper Apron lately, you&...
I am particularly fond of recipes listing fresh ingredients as suggestions– an invitation to use my imagination. This spring roll recipe is exactly that. Let’s just say these are a Southe...
A Great Cause A couple weeks ago, my friend Amy from Very Culinary asked me and some of her food blogging friends to participate in a video spot to promote the very worthy Cookies for Kids’ Can...
This is my totem chicken– an offering to the Goddesses of spring. My niece, Caley, dressed up my chicken with daffodil button eyes and budded headdress a few weeks ago and I have been doing it ...
I’m pretty sure that inside my heart, this was actually my fantasy birthday party, but I was tickled pink to throw it for my six year-old niece, Cameran. And seeing the look on her face when we...
I’m a stalk stalker– a real sucker for the skinny green shoots of locally grown, fresh asparagus. Their pretty green points make a plate come alive. Spring is finally here! And to make my...
In my hand: my heart, to share with all of my loved ones who are out there tonight– wishing and hoping and praying and dreaming. On my floor: Mazy, enjoying the end of a rare sunny Saturday aft...
Two years ago a good friend wrote asking for casserole recipes. She was preparing for her baby’s arrival and wanted to stock her freezer with easy-to-bake casseroles. I disappointed her. I had ...
If love means never having to say you’re sorry, then why am sorry for all of the mean things I said about Brussels sprouts? Because –now– I love them. I really, really do. Last week...
Over the past week, I’ve reduced the sum of my childhood and pre-marital youth into a single plastic bin. I’ve been organizing. I now have a closet solely devoted to Christmas, a shelf as...
Here are twelve of the loveliest and cheeriest blogs I’ve run across lately. They may have been around for a while, but they’re new to me. And although there is a little recipe to nibble ...
Life is at its sweetest on Saturday mornings. Lazy, full body stretches and super yawns are expected. Lingering too long in your slippers is acceptable. And long, leisurely and easy kitchen breakfast...
Monday, 6 PM: This morning’s billowy snowdrifts are hardening like snow-cones beneath the icy pelts of freezing rain. Our rare gift of a snow day is coming to a close. Windows glow orange above...
For Christmas this year, Rich surprised me with an All-American Pressure Cooker/Canner. It weighs 23 pounds and will can 14 quarts of um, food. You know, pear preserves, pickled peaches, string beans...
Issue no. 14 | Post no. 1: If you’re thinking this illustration looks like a 3 year-old did it, I’d like to take that as a compliment, but I’m afraid I did have one sitting on my l...
Issue no. 13 | Post no. 6: Mmm… butter, butter, butter, butter, cheese… rolled, baked and wrapped up in a smoky ribbon of red paprika. The holidays are deliciously naughty, aren’t ...
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