Getting on the Pioneer Woman Bandwagon
This week I was organized. I had a menu plan. It was a great menu plan.
But then last night, driving home from work, I realized that even though it was Thursday, I didn’t want meatloaf. It was too pretty outside to make meatloaf. Meatloaf should be made when its cloudy and drizzly. Not when its bright and sunny and almost warm.
So I had to change my plan. Quickly.
Then I remembered my friend Ree. OK, I guess that in order to call her a friend, we ought to have had some kind of two-way conversation. So far our friendship was defined from me reading about her photography, food and life on her blog. And if that makes me a friend, she’s got a LOT of friends. ‘Cause everyone’s reading her blog it seems.
Everyone also seems to be cooking her recipes and raving about them, like her Pork Tenderloin over at The Big Red Kitchen, her Pasta Carbonara over in The Kitchn, and several of her dishes at Lauren’s Kitchen.
I remembered one of her recipes I’d seen for BBQ Meatballs. And, as usual with her blog, I remembered the photo looked Drool-inducing, want-to-lick-my-monitor, amazing. Then I pulled up the recipe, and my mind was set on making this recipe the moment I read this line:
“You’ll know they’re done when your house smells so good you want to marry it.”
C’mon. Really. Who could resist a promise like that?
And the promise was fulfilled. After about 20 minutes in the oven, the boys started appearing in the kitchen asking what smelled so good. I popped the oven door open to see if they were finished yet, and my mouth immediately started watering from the smell.
She was right. I wanted to marry my kitchen.
Then, as we ate dinner, I realized that I was wrong. I can’t marry a kitchen, no matter how good it smelled.
I want to marry the meatballs.
Or maybe just a torrid love affair.
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April 23, 2009 12:33 pm
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