Just the name of this meal conjures up extreme nostalgia for my college days. My roommates and I, eager to put our cooking skills to the test on our own, rotated dinner nights. There were some successes. And some not-so-successes.
I don't exactly know how I came to have about a dozen sweet potatoes in my pantry. I seem to remember buying a few for a casserole that I never got around to making, but I'm not quite sure how
Mexican chorizo, as opposed to Spanish, is raw, and can be bought in sausage links, or just in a package (pictured in the procedure) as ready-ground sausage meat. I tend to do unorthodox things with my secret...
I hinted in my post last Friday about my goal this summer. I'm going to attempt what seems an impossible feat and avoid turning on my oven during the sweltering, humid months of June, July and August. My house heats
I have a cousin, Ryan, who is at least a decade and a half younger than me but who has managed to grow near and dear to my heart by a) having the patience to teach me to text faster
Update 1/11: Over the years of making this rice, I've updated the recipe a bit, reducing the amount of butter and fleshing out some of the recipe details (i.e. what kind of rice works best). It continues to be an
