About five years ago, I met James’ mom over a platter of pressed picnic sandwiches. I know that I’ve mentioned this once before, but bear with me. James had spent the past few months of our friendship-turned-budding-relationship letting me know all about his mom– or maybe not so much about her as he did about her food, which…
Garlic Knot Chicken Parmesan Sandwiches
Did I ever tell you about the time that I wound up with 13 pounds of garlic knots tossed in bowls that were strewn across my kitchen, with flour and oil and garlic skins littering any potential open counter space? Oh, well that’s probably because it just happened. It was an interesting way to spend Valentine’s…
French Onion Beef Sliders For A Crowd
Daaaamn, Morgan! Back at it again with the white vans french onion soup spin-offs! … Is what I imagine you’re yelling at your screen right now. Because if there’s one thing that I most certainly am, it’s hip to the viral videos of 10 months ago. And if there’s another, it’s consistent. As in I’m…
Slow Cooker Korean Sloppy Joes
My obsession with fusion food started when I was still living in New Brunswick, taste-testing my way through the town one drunk-friendly food truck or mini restaurant at a time. Out of all of the food NB had to offer, it was a Korean BBQ fusion restaurant that stole my heart and wooed my tastebuds….
Breaded Italian Sausage Sandwiches with A’moigue and Roasted Red Pepper Relish
When I was of middle-school-age and the last day of school dragged on as though the teachers had unanimously decided to kill us with boredom, I would doodle little depictions of all of the exciting things I had to look forward to in the upcoming summer months. (I was a notorious side-margin-scribbling doodle-maniac, by the way. The…
Dark Chocolate Brownie Ice Cream Sandwiches
The sky is nearly cloudless, and every breath is a bit labored as the hot, thick air of June makes its way in and out of our lungs like the exhausted whir of an overworked engine. The persistent sun turns steering wheels and metal chairs into looming traps for fingers and thighs, and it beams…
Grilled Mac n’ Beer Cheese Sliders with Bacon, Beer, & Tomato Jam
From an outsider’s perspective, one might say that police lights seem to have a comparable effect on me as strobe lights do to an epileptic. All it takes is one flash of red and blue to get me uncontrollably trembling and flailing, and the cop doesn’t even have to be near me. I’m not exaggerating;…
