First, let me apologize for not posting for the last week or so. With the holiday bustle (and a husband who was home from work….A LOT), my quiet time alone with my computer pretty much disappeared. (Hubby is home now too…but I’m ignoring him.) I had a good holiday but honestly I am just ready to wrap 2016 up. I’ve enjoyed my many food adventures, time with friends and just taking advantage of daily opportunities of my life has given me but there was just something missing. Even though this was not a big surgery year, I felt that my struggles with Crohn’s disease didRead More →

The anger. The resentment. The name-calling. The accusations. The foulness. The glares. The ignorance. The bitterness. The pettiness. The disillusion. These are the words that keep streaming past my eyes when I think of one thing….being apathetic to pasta noodle options. It is such a personal decision and people take great pride in their choice. How can we come to a resolution and decide that no matter which noodle we love best, there is a place in this world for all shapes and sizes of pasta.  (Unless you don’t like pasta at all and want to go live in Canada.) I started to think aboutRead More →

The Prince and the Pea Ravioli Once upon a time there was a Prince (actually he was an engineer with impressive lineage…his parents were a royal pain.) He was a loving guy who was searching for the perfect mate. The Prince had qualities he wanted in a mate (sense of humor, brown hair, long legs, good imagination) but never seemed to find them. He didn’t really want a princess; he just wanted someone who could cook. (Princesses were high maintenance and this guy wanted his belly filled…not his closets.) Young beautiful women would cross his path and he would invite them to dinner. The Prince’s dinnerRead More →

I’m a thief…a no good rotten thief!!! Now before you start looking at FBI posters for my picture, let me say what I’m guilty of. I steal from restaurants….kind of. You are probably saying “Barb, you can’t “kind of” steal. You either do it or you don’t!” Let me tell you what I steal before you throw me in the slammer to go live a life of commissary treats and pruno. (If you are unaware of pruno. It is a hooch made from fermenting fruits and very popular in prison. I learned of it from countless hours of watching the TV show Lockup!) It isn’tRead More →

When making dinner what guides you? Do pictures you see on the Internet influence you? Is it a recipe that one of your friends forwards you? Maybe it is as simple as having a regular rotation of meals in your house. For me, it is power of suggestion. I am starting to think I am really simple minded. (I know a few of you are saying to yourself “She is just starting to think that?”) If there is a conversation about food, I will end up making one of the dishes. This isn’t that unusual in my circle of friends. We all like food andRead More →

The other day on Felt Like a Foodie I kind of joked around about strippers. I meant no offense. We all know that it isn’t a job for everyone and I shouldn’t judge anyone.   (Unless your parents gave you a name like Candy Cane, Cinnamon or Sunshine, you really didn’t have a choice.) I do know that would not have been my career choice. If I had to go that route, I would have been a lady of the evening….in Italy. I came to this conclusion the other day when I made Spaghetti alla puttanesca. Loosely translated, it is the whore’s pasta. Rumor has itRead More →

This last week has definitely felt like spring to me. I wake up to the birds chirping happy melodies, the trees are displaying every shade of green and the sun just seems to be brighter. I can open a window and smell the freshness only a spring breeze can provide and the temperature is neither hot nor cold. It makes me want to run through a field with wildflowers in my hair except that I don’t run so I’ll mosey through a field with wildflowers. (Unless it is buggy, I’m not a fan of bugs.) Another spring awakening also occurs in the food world. ThingsRead More →

Do you ever have moments in your life where you are sure that you have been reincarnated? (Yep, I’m still on pain meds!) Were you a pioneer who crossed the plains in a covered wagon? Maybe you were a caveman who used to work in a quarry? (Or did that only happen on the Flintstones?) Heck, you could have not even been a human! Maybe you were a poodle! I think in a previous life I lived in the depression where I couldn’t always afford what I wanted to eat or maybe just in a country where food was scarce and there wasn’t access toRead More →

Sigh. I want to cook. I want to mess up the kitchen, hear the sizzles in a pan and make my house smell like heaven. I want to menu plan, prep ingredients and create my own dishes. I wish I could pick up my pans, use my measuring cups and taste for seasoning. I just want to cook. Instead, I am in food preparation mode. I take something out of my fridge or freezer that is already cooked and heat it up. Ta-Dah. It just isn’t the same. (I will say that the food I am preparing is delicious because some of my awesome friendsRead More →

Am I blue, am I blue Ain’t these tears in my eyes telling you Am I blue, you’d be too If each plan with your in-laws done fell through Was a time I was their only one But now I’m the sad and lonely one, lonely Was I happy till today Now they’re gone and we’re through, am I blue Was I happy till today Now they’re gone and we’re through, am I blue Oh they’re gone, they left me, am I blue When you are fortunate enough to be married to the world’s best husband (yep, a total pre-Valentine’s day butter up), there hasRead More →