Anyone who knows me knows that I love Ford pick-ups. I particularly love the King Ranch edition. But since I don’t typically have $50,000 in change, the King Ranch Casserole from Cook’s Country Magazine is about as good as its going to get . . . until, of course, I find a wealthy Lutheran cowboy. So, pretty much any day now. I should note that, … Continue reading King Ranch Casserole

This may or may not be a viable theory, but I would dare to say that the one food that could singlehandedly bring together warring nations of guerrillas is pork. Because, let’s be honest, with the exception of the occasional starving vegan, who can you honestly say you’ve met that doesn’t adore eating bacon? And, if that’s the case, what could come in as a … Continue reading why it pays to be a pig farmer’s daughter

Nobody makes mashed potatoes like my grandma did. They were thick and whipped, smooth and melty. You couldn’t find a lump in those things if you had a miner’s helmet and a metal detector. It was a love-hate relationship with food at her house. Either she made absolutely delicious things—like taco dip and crescent rolls—or completely revolting things—like pecan pie and 7-layer salad. (Seriously, people. … Continue reading food . . . glorious food