Monday, June 29, 2015

Playing With Our Food


This is what happens when, despite some ungodly temperatures here in North Carolina, your garden decides to go forth & dispense some goodies.

I have 30 cucumbers in my crisper drawer right now, y'all. What. The. Heck.

Fortunately, I like a good cucumber challenge. (Get your mind out of the gutter.)

The first thing I did when our Seed Savers Exchange A&C and White Wonder cukes started showing up was to find a good pickling recipe. And with temperatures hanging in the 100 degree fun zone for nearly 2 weeks here, I needed one that didn't require processing them. Who could conceive of a hot water canning bath in that kind of weather?


Friday, April 24, 2015

Friday Shout Out To Little Debbie

The Hungry Times Two crew celebrated an eighth wedding anniversary this past Tuesday.

Eight years since I rode up to the wedding site in a pimped-out golf cart (how they roll in coastal South Carolina). Eight years since Scott and I made some vows to honor, cherish and always share our shrimp & grits (but never dessert, right hon?). And eight years since the debut of THE CHEESE CASTLE.


Monday, April 13, 2015

Thanks For the Condiments -- And The Memories

Ever had good friends move away?

I bet you have. 

Ever helped good friends move away -- and then received all the condiments in their fridge? 

I'm not so sure that's a thing. But I'll tell you -- It's a mixed blessing. 


Monday, January 12, 2015

Who Says Grits Ain't Groceries?

Today's Charlotte Observer feature on grits calls the Southern staple a "warm hug from a bowl."

Grits have a thermonuclear nature, taking forever to cool down and often burning the sin off your tongue even when you think they're safe to eat. But there's something about a nice creamy bowl of grits. (Random shout out to Little Milton for singing about them.)

I grew up on grits, with my Grandmother Carrie keeping the yellow kind -- preferred to white -- in a canister on her kitchen counter. They were usually served along with country ham, biscuits or on their own with a little butter, salt and pepper.

For those of you born outside the South: grape jelly is never an acceptable add-in for grits. They're not oatmeal or Cream of Wheat, y'all. Leave the sweet stuff out.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Holiday Parties: Just Add Cheese

Are you aware it 'tis this season to be jolly? Are your jingle bells sufficiently ringing or are they shakin' a little lacklusterly (I just invented that word) so far this December? 

I'm not quite prepared in the sense that gifts are so low on my radar this year, and Scott and I decided to skip the Xmas tree purchasing and use the $40-ish dollars on our mountain trip this weekend. It feels a little weird to not have a tree in the house, with all the ornaments that bring back so much nostalgia and cheer.

On the other hand, I heard weird rustling noises above my home office ceiling the other day. I'll be damned if I have to climb up our rickety fold-down attic stairs from 1951 and do battle with some mystery critter. No thanks, we'll just settle for the holly branches I foraged in the backyard, red candles on the mantle, last year's Amaryllis that could make a comeback if I can keep from overwatering it, and this Santa art from Scott's family that I just love.