You might have a secret desire to be Suzy homemaker. Or to be known as the Martha Stewart of your neighborhood. Or strive to be just like whoever that overachiever is on Pinterest who makes, creates and cooks every. single. thing. from scratch.
I’m here to tell you that it’s okay to let those dreams die.
It’s okay to take a short cut here and there.
You don’t have to do it all, every. single. time. Especially when it comes to weeknights in the kitchen when all you’re craving is some simple, easy comfort food.
Hey! Let’s jump on the short cut, one-pan-dinner train together.
After completing four home remodels and choosing luxe Kohler tubs for the last of the two (this girl LOVES her tubs), I obviously knew that Kohler created kitchen sinks, baths and toilets. But there’s a town named Kohler? With a wine and food festival featuring celebrity chefs (Cat Cora and Jacques Pépin) who the average person (me) could get up close and personal with? And a luxury resort that had just been named Condé Nast’s Reader’s Choice Award for Best Resort in the Midwest?
This trip was something I was totally down with experiencing. But I had no idea of the level of me being spoiled that were in store…did I really deserve this foodie’s dream?
This year, the 2014 Kohler Food and Wine Experience is set for October 23-26, with tickets on sale now. And I’m about to tell you why you should really consider hitting the road—or the air—to check it out for yourself, and maybe get a selfie with this year’s celeb chefs like America’s Test Kitchens’ Christopher Kimball or clink wine glasses with Iron Chefs Graham Elliott and Geoffrey Zakarian.
Or be like me and just get spoiled rotten with a weekend of serious R&R and a dose of red, rosé and white.
Stay tuned ‘til the end of the post to enter my Cook Like Cat Cora giveaway.
But first, let’s visit Kohler, WI and see what some famous chefs had to say…
After a summer peppered with vacations to the beach / cabin / red rocks, popsicles and cereal flavored milkshakes, far more thunderstorms than I ever remember a summer possibly possessing and not nearly enough time spent weeding my garden (thank you for doing so, my #1 rock star dad!), just like that, we’re shocked back to reality and the routine of school days once that dang alarm goes off.
I, for one, am embracing it.
We’ve hit Target for new pencils, anitbacterial wipes and college ruled composition books. She chose her new outfit for the first day (denim on denim, how chic!) and I somehow got her to let me curl her hair, sort of. We took the requisite first day photo with her two babies and marveled at how in the heck she could have grown this much in just one year!
Then it was off to school where watched with the rest of the hovering parents as she immediately forgot us, as if we merely existed to be her estranged support system in her stratosphere of gal pals and those boys she totally doesn’t like ;).
Each peanut M&M equals walking the length of one football field? Tell me it isn’t so!
My Smudge informed me of this random urban legend (?) after we brought home the remnants of a 5 lb. Costco bag from the cabin last weekend. It’s been sitting on the shelf in the kitchen. And you know what that means, because it’s sitting open. And every time one of us walks by, we dip our hot little hands into the bag to fish one (or half dozen) peanut M&Ms out of the bag. In fact, I had JUST peanut M&Ms for dinner one night. And no, I’m not kidding.
So this football thing? I had to look it up. And lo and behold, her useless (read: I’d rather ignore than admit) factoid is indeed true. In fact, the truth is even worse. Read about it here.
This weekend we’ll be heading to South Eastern Utah, to the land of prehistoric red rocks and aging punk rock bands for my husband’s reunion show. Rock on crouton!
Happy Friday everyone, and on to this week’s links…
But I’ve yet to share the number one potato salad that worms its way into nearly every BBQ, picnic or just good old fashioned supper at my house, the one I’m proud as punch to share when I go to other’s homes as well.
This classic potato salad is the one I grew up on. It’s the recipe my Grandma Mary Jane made, then passed onto my mom who made it to accompany every hamburger, grilled ribs or other summer deliciousness, and who then passed it onto me and my sister. It’s the recipe I spent many a summer afternoon making alongside my amazing mama, just like she did with hers. In fact, I’ve made it so many times I don’t even need the recipe. You know a recipe is that good when you know it by heart.
So, here’s how to make the best potato salad ever. Let’s get started…