Sundays for me mean two things: football and good food. Today we’re hanging out at Mike’s Uncle’s house to watch the Eagles game.
When we get together at Uncle Brian’s we each bring something yummy and always else up having some sort of epic meal. Seafood lasagna, antipasto, steak, fresh caught perch and homemade meatballs to name a few.
Today, we’re having prime rib (!!!) so I decided to make a baked potato bar to go with it.
For the potatoes, I simply scrubbed them, poked a ton of holes in the skin, rubbed them with almond oil to lend a nice nutty flavor and sprinkled the skin with course sea salt and freshly ground pepper. Then I put them right on the rack in a 350 degree oven for 75 minutes. They were done a bit early so I turned off the oven and left them in there for an additional 30 minutes and they got nice and soft inside and crispy outside without burning.
I threw together a fixin’s bar using my glass chips-and-dip platter with sour cream, butter, chopped bacon, finely chopped chives and shredded cheddar cheese. Everything you could possibly want to top your spuds!
Now it’s time to eat. I hope you get the chance to relax and enjoy your family today.
Go EAGLES!! 🙂
It’s nice to meet you by way of this blog post. As the name of my little corner of the internet suggests – this blog is about my life. Why did I choose such a broad topic? Because I want to share so many aspects of my life with you. I had trouble pinning down a ‘theme’ for my blog, but I knew I wanted to write.
I’ve always loved expressing myself through writing. I’m one of those weird people who pours themselves into writing, closes the document or hits send on an email, and then promptly reopens it just to reread what I wrote. It gives me a thrill. Very weird, I know – but it makes me tick.
Why is the title of my blog in French? Because it rhymes (nice!), and because I happened to take French in school from grades 6 through 12. I got all the way to honors French 5 (whoa!) …and I don’t remember a lick of it – except for little phrases like the one in the title of my blog. But I have fond memories of learning French, so it’s sort of an homage to all the little pieces of the puzzle that make up my life, like learning French in a tiny little high school in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania.
I’ve been wanting to start a blog for quite a while now. My friends and family have nudged me to start it for just as long, but I’m a firm believer in listening to my intuition. And my gut said, “you’ll know when you’re ready.” As you may guess, my gut recently followed up with, “I’m ready,” and here we both are. Me, writing, nervous to share my passion with whoever’s interested enough to read my scribbles, and you, the interested party, who I have unending gratitude for because you’ve decided to read what I have to say. Thank you for that. I appreciate it.
Through this blog I’m hoping to share things I’m truly passionate about. I’m no Martha Stewart or Julia Child, but I love trying my hand at crafting and cooking just the same. Check back to see what kind of DIY adventure I’ve gotten myself into. I’ll be sure to share the good, and even some of the ugly. There’s a lot to be said for ‘course correcting.’