I’m not even gonna lie. The best thing about all of football season, even the Super Bowl, is the wild abandon with which sports fans embrace football food. Don’t get me wrong, I love the social aspect of watching a game with friends but I’m not a committed fan. I watch until someone starts to → Hungry for more?
Later this week, January 11th to be exact, the world will come together to celebrate National Hot Toddy Day. (Seriously, I want to be on the committee that makes these holidays up.) I’ve been so busy being sick (insert fake cough), recovering from all my holiday revelry, and drinking hot toddies that I failed to → Hungry for more?
Black-eyed peas and I have never been friends. They popped up periodically throughout my childhood like a distant, oddball uncle who made an annual, not-so-pleasant appearance at the family table. As an adult, I’ve avoided them, a decision based solely on memories of mushy, slightly off-tasting spotted beans. This salad has restored my faith → Hungry for more?