Japanese BBQ Glazed Duck over Mashed Sweet Potatoes
We recently got back from our annual duck hunting trip to North Dakota. It wasn’t exactly our most successful hunting trip up there, we had multiple days of 80 degree beautiful sunny, cloudless, no wind days – which while gorgeous and somewhat unseasonably warm, isn’t exactly great duck hunting weather. We had not one but…
Blueberry Muffins
Tory and I grew up on wild blueberries. Late July or early August we’d head out into the woods – to a secret spot that only my mom and her closest friends would share – and pick ice-cream buckets full of blueberries. Well Mom would pick by the ice-cream bucket and Tory and I would…
Roasted Cauliflower Cacao di Pepi Pasta
When I was a kid I went through a LONG phase where I didn’t like spaghetti with sauce, I just liked noodles, butter and Parmesan. My parents will blame this on my cousin Chelsea, who was at the time, living in the Twin Cities. So the story goes, I used to eat spaghetti with sauce…
How To: Make Gravy
One of the ultimate comfort foods for me is mashed potatoes and a good homemade gravy. I don’t really care what kind of meat comes with it – chicken, beef, turkey, even duck or goose as long as the gravy is done well. Gravy made from scratch is really the best kind and it’s also…
Zesty Olive Pasta
I know I’ve shared before that I have some serious concerns about my sister. I think the example I used was her (and her husband’s) dislike of goulash. Blasphemy, I say! Simply un-American. Further proof that something has gone seriously wrong with her, is she doesn’t like olives. Which, now that I think about it,…
Smothered Chicken
Today’s recipe is all about comfort food for me. When I think of comfort food, I think back to my childhood and foods like chicken stuffed with Zup’s famous wild rice stuffing, which always led to chicken dumpling soup a couple days later, tuna casserole, pot roast, or what I’m going to show you today…
Creole Shrimp
The spring of my senior year of high school my parents took a two week road trip where they drove down the Mississippi all the way to New Orleans. With my parents gone for two weeks, I did what any other high schooler would do – I skipped school. I skipped school so I could…
