Imagine the smoke from these grilled brats shape-shifting into a come-hither motion like in those old-time cartoons.
Don’t knock this till you try its buttery, potato chip-y, chocolate-y, coffee-y goodness. Trust us on this.
Almost as good as cramming tacos from a street cart in your piehole late at night with pork juice dripping from your elbow.
Yep. We smoked, pickled, and fried these spuds. And we’ve no regrets. David divulges—and indulges—all in this blog post.
We’re bringing back fusion cuisine in style with this unabashedly American burger and its Spanish-inspired accoutrements.
In Nahuatl, pozole means “make a big batch of this on the weekend and reheat during the week after soccer practice.” (Not really.)
Most Southerners believe—correctly—that wings are the sweetest part of the chicken. Amen to that.
All the flavor of wings. All the virtuousness of cauliflower. In retrospect, we’re sad it took someone this long to come up with it.
What to make next time you throw a have-folks-over-to-crowd-in-front-of-the-game-on-the-flat-screen party.
Know that elusive balance of crisp yet moist, sorta sweet but with some heat, that most wings fail miserably to achieve? These nail it.
Going for a pigskin theme for your next have-folks-over-to-crowd-in-front-of-the-game-on-the-flat-screen party? You need this.
Regardless of whether you’re from Cincinnati or have ever experienced Cincinnati chili, you’ve gotta try this recipe. Trust us.
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