Baked Crab Rangoon, or, Why in God’s Name is the Dog’s Tummy Lighting Up?
Christmastime always makes your BMG think of Chinese food. Now I know what you’re thinking–wow, her family probably never cooked; they probably ordered in Chinese for the holiday, what abuse, what...
View ArticlePlanting Garlic, or, Teeny, Tiny, Little Freak Flags
12 cloves. Yesterday, I risked twelve whole cloves of garlic, burying them in the neglected strip of marginal soil at the foot of our staircase. Oh, I’m sure there are several legitimate protests...
View ArticleSalsa Verde, or, We Can’t Go On Forever With Suspicious Tomatillos
Why this photo? Because happy vegetables make delicious salsa. And also because the neighbors didn’t seem alarmed enough yet. Anybody plant one little tomatillo plant and end up with bushels of fruit?...
View ArticleLacto-Fermented Garlic Dill Pickles, or, Things I’m Planning to Toss At The...
(Psst…if you haven’t signed up for my subversive cross stitch giveaway yet, do so now!) When your Bad Mama Genny and The Boy lived in the New York City place, we frequented the occasional Jewish deli....
View Article5 Minute Pesto Buttons, or, The Questionable Places I Rub Condiments
Every time your BMG (BNG? Bad Nonna Genny for today’s recipe?) walks up to the front door, she’s bombarded with a cloud of basil ambrosia. But she knows it won’t last forever. Soon she’ll be wailing...
View ArticleSlow Cooker “Get-Outta-Gym” Minestrone Soup, or, The Glamorous and Popular...
When the BMG was wee, she was… terribly unathletic. Not much has changed. I was picked last for every sport–didn’t matter which one it was (but when it came time to pick for spelling bees, OH...
View ArticleThai Coconut Curry Dumpling Soup, or, The Best Kind of Baby Ducks Say “Fuck”
I really have GOT to give you a recipe. Before I’m forced to rename my blog “The Vulgar Baby Animal Blog.” Which makes it sound like the Baby Animals are vulgar. WHICH IS AWESOME. Somebody please...
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