Champagne and pizza party FTW!

Grilled Mac n’ cheese ciabatta and Fiction rosé. BOOOM!

I WANT TO LIVE HERE FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER AMEN

Savory gluten-free pancake (basil, salt, cinnamon), with pear/ dried michigan cherry/cream cheese compote (with cinnamon, bourbon (duh), and lotsa black pepper), and a candied ginger garnish. BAM!

This was a good START to the coffee tasting we did today. BAM!

Another gloriously, outrageously, dangerously, movingly, successful cooking experiment.
I roasted an acorn squash
(celebrating the end of winter with a winter squash),
fried half of a diced red onion in grapeseed oil and salt
(I love the high smoke point and nutty flavor of GSO), and
mixed the caramelized onion and squash together with a little coconut milk and Woodford Reserve bourbon
(I can never resist - especially on a sweeter dish).
Then I roasted some local Michigan blueberries 
with a li’l olive oil, salt, a dash of cumin and some cinnamon, 
(so thankful this time of year that we freeze a lot of blueberries in summer), 
and then after applying the blueberry sauce to the squash, 
I topped it with a pad of Philadelphia cream cheese.

Eat THAT and try not to weep with joy.

This is unreal. I roasted five red bell peppers (with a little salt, basil, and olive oil), then roasted two pints of grape tomatoes and a little over two pounds of strawberries (with a little salt,cracked black pepper, and olive oil), then I literally licked the roasting tray because it was UNSTOPPABLY AMAZING, then I fried a red onion and a few cloves of garlic in grapeseed oil (and a couple splashes of Woodford Reserve bourbon), then put it all together with a half-quart of vegetable broth and a wand mixer (stick mixer? Whatever they’re called) and let it simmer for a few more minutes. Another splash of bourbon and I’m nearly in tears because it’s just that good.  I owe a huge debt of gratitude to Pádraig Ó Tuama  

I’m making soup that my poet friend in Belfast told me about. Roast red pepper, tomato, strawberry, red onion, cracked black pepper soup.

The Imperial Stout Sundae was as amazing as it sounds, yes. This was in my favorite bar in Chicago: Simone’s.