This quesadilla is an ode to BFF dinners passed. You see, my friend Katie and I used to get a meal like this out on the town now and then. And looking back, I still think fondly on that damn quesadilla, but I feel even more fond of a similar dinner made in my own kitchen. Then, and only then, can I trust what’s happening on these cheesy wedges filled with spinach dip, ya know?…
How’d you spend your weekend? I spent mine cutting a sizable zucchini into burger patties, going to a dance-y music yoga class (They played Mariah Carey Fantasy last week!) and livin’ my life watching Breaking Bad on Netflix. (Ugh, Walt is the worst.) You see, I like for my Saturdays to include a morning walk ending in a bagel picnic and for my lunch to be one worth dropping the L-bomb about. Because, the truth…
While making this pizza I thought of a joke… It goes like this: Which cheese is the loneliest? (Any idea? Do you know!?) ProvALONE. Boom. … And then I realized that’s not how you spell it. It’s provolone. Shucks. Worst joke ever? Maybe, because of the whole spelling issue, it’s the kind of joke that can only be told aloud. So anyhow, I had a pizza like this at Roberta’s in New York and I loved it.…
Remember how I made those silly hoagie buns? Well, they wanted to hold provolone and meatballs when they grew up. And it happened! This is that dinner date I told you about. You know, the date with some hoagie buns? As soon as I saw this recipe on The Pioneer Woman’s blog, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And it sure didn’t disappoint. This was my first meatball attempt. Normally Jake makes things like this,…