Yanno, I made pot roast the other day. That Old Lipton Onion Soup Pot Roast from the ’60’s. And I saved a bit for my Bourbon Barbecue Pot Roast Sandwich. It wasn’t easy, and it took a heroic effort to squirrel a little away for this sandwich, but when a sandwich so epic can be made from a few leftovers? So worth it.
“Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.” Alice Walker. I think she might very well be right, and I think this Bourbon Brown Sugar Peach Crostata will prove her so.
Well, some of you may have noticed I’ve been a little awol over the past few weeks. After my fave octogenarians, the folks, moved into a gorgeous assisted living center, their house was settled and I came back to the Twin Cities – along with Homer & Chance, of course.
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned Not Your Father’s Root Beer on my blog before – see my Dad and I are pretty wild about it and split one every now and then. So when Dad said he’d like a ham, I immediately (and selflessly, I might add) sacrificed a bottle. Of his, of course, lol! And so was born Not Your Father’s Root Beer & Bourbon Glazed Ham.
It wasn’t too long ago that Bacon Jam came on my radar – I can tell you when – the week we featured it on our link party, Throwback Thursday, back in July. Well, the recipe looked marvelous, and I used it for inspiration. Thank, Chef Julianna of Foodie on Board! You’ve ruined me forever, btw!! I can’t imagine what my life would be like now without Bourbon Bacon Jam.
Not too long ago, I was eating at a restaurant and ordered a Bourbon Glazed Pork Chop. It was quite a workout, to say the least. Tough and dry. I kind of think I might have looked/sounded a bit like this kitty, below. But I wasn’t saying Yum Yum – and I don’t know that this kitty is, either!
I’m not sure what, exactly, inspired me to go with a Maple Bourbon Barbecue Sauce, but I’m glad I did! See, while I like Maple Syrup ok, the real stuff, I’m not whoo-hoo wild crazy about it and I don’t like bourbon at all.
Hi, I’m Mollie, and I have an addiction: Bourbon Chicken. How does a Northerner come to crave this Southern dish named after New Orleans’ famed Bourbon Street? One taste at our local food chain and it happened, and before I knew it I went back for more, and then did it again, and maybe even again…