Specifically, how the idea of scrambled eggs and tomatoes morphed into these open-faced, sourdough riffs on Philly cheesesteaks.
No one wanted fish. We are tuna-ed, mahi-ed and snappered out. 484 more words
How many times have we all exclaimed, “If I have to have chicken for dinner one more time I’m going to scream!”? I loathe that chicken rut. 566 more words
Pasta dishes are my jam. Maybe because they tend to be the easiest? Regardless, I’m always game for a new combination when it comes to putting a pasta dish together. 264 more words