When you are Southern, there are just some things you are born loving. SEC Football, tubing down rivers, being barefoot, and boiled peanuts. My family still owns farmland in Georgia where peanuts are one of the main crops… so boiling them into deliciousness is in my blood. MBH has never understood my obsession with boiled…

In an effort to eat healthier and more locally, MBH and I recently joined (well, I joined, and MBH reluctantly went along with joining) a CSA (community supported agriculture), where you pay a fee and then pickup your predetermined vegetables & fruits each week from the farm market. After a couple of weeks, my verdict…

As we’ve combined households, both MBH and I have also combined our Christmas traditions. His family celebrates Christmas morning with traditional (read: HIGHLY ALCOHOLIC) Irish eggnog and the less-Irish bagels & lox. My family, who we’re visiting this year, celebrates Christmas Eve & Day with the 24-hour marathon of “A Christmas Story,” my grandmother’s peanut…

I didn’t come from a foodie family. Most of my youth, we were always on the go from one activity to another, and so we never really sat down for idyllic home-cooked meals around a dining room table. At college, I mostly ate food prepared by the (awesome) chef at our sorority house, and in…