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I’ve belonged to a book club for the last dozen years or so. We started out as (library) card-carrying, book-toting readers back when we had kids with curfews still living at home. The kids are all out on their own now but we still get together and though you’d think we have even more time now, somehow we don’t, so we now skip the book and somewhere along the way morphed into a Wine Club. The women in this club, my friends are each beautiful, strong, supportive and just happen to enjoy a glass of wine and really good food as much as I do, like this Caramelized Onion Goat Cheese Pizza.
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There’s nothing snobbish about my wardrobe ~ jeans, tee shirts, warm, comfy sweaters and this time of year, cute boots. But there are two things I am a total snob about. One is nachos (for the love of all things Mexican — load them up!), the other is pasta sauce which should always taste like the vine-ripened tomatoes, garlic and basil used in it were picked at just the right time from the nearest farm. I’m already a fan of Prego Farmers’ Market® sauces. Awhile back I shared my 20 Minute Asparagus Tortellini Marinara recipe featuring Prego Farmers’ Market® sauce. Today, the heat is blasting inside and the wind is whipping outside so I’m going slow cooker, comfort food all the way with Beef Braciole (Italian Beef Rolls) ~ thin slices of sirloin filled with a delicious mix of seasoned breadcrumbs, two kinds of cheese, prosciutto and fresh herbs, rolled tightly then braised in Prego Farmers’ Market® Classic Marinara. Oh man . . .the aroma alone will get you.
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If you think Homemade Pizza is strictly for cold weather, think again. Summer is actually the best time for homemade pizza because of all the fresh produce, including vine-ripened tomatoes for the tastiest, no-cook – let’s repeat, no-cook pizza sauce. While this pizza is amazingly delicious, cleanup is. . .less than amazing. A layer of flour along with some olive oil cover the counter and stovetop and I don’t even twirl my pizza dough ~ though I aspire to one day. It’s even on the floor. Let’s face it. Life is messy, but unlike the Bradys of Brady Bunch fame, I don’t have an Alice. I don’t even have a Rosie, the robotic maid from the Jetsons and friends, I surely don’t have a Tony from Who’s the Boss. What’s a girl to do? I’m sharing my not-so-secret cleanup tip today ~ ocelo™ No-Scratch Scrub Sponges, which are not only pretty, but you may even say they make cleaning up as easy as (pizza) pie!
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We had a bumper crop of tomatoes last year ~ I’m talking tomatogeddon, so store-bought sauce wasn’t on my radar. The tomato season here in the Midwest doesn’t last long though; usually 4-6 weeks at best, so we harvest, share, freeze, share and freeze some more until there’s no more room in the freezer. I chopped, roasted, sautéed and simmered my way to a freezer full of marinara (among other tomato dishes). But by early spring the only sign left of tomatogeddon and my homemade marinara was the faint aroma of garlic that refused to leave my fingertips. Actually, I kind of like that aroma, but that’s for another post. I used to make 20 Minute Asparagus Tortellini Marinara during ‘tomato season’, but a homemade marinara turned this 20 minute dish into 60. I was intrigued by the NEW Prego® Farmers’ Market sauces now available in Walmart stores. When I read the label ~ the same farm-fresh ingredients picked at just the right time that I use in my own homemade garden-fresh marinara ~ I jumped.
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It’s rare when the lake is as flat as it is today ~ I’m talking hardly a ripple. It’s a great day to be out on the boat and today we’re going fishing, which, for me is actually code for paging through a good book or one of the junk magazines the grocery stores stock near the checkout. They get me every time. My husband could fish every day he likes it so much but for me, it’s more about relaxing and enjoying the view or the spray of lake water on my face when we’re cruising. Even though the calendar says May, temps in our area are fickle, early mornings and evenings are still chilly. So when I knew we were heading out early, I wanted a beverage to keep me warm and thought about a thermos of coffee but then I remembered the NEW TAZO® Chai Latte K-Cup® Pods that came in the mail. I wish I had taken a picture of the box they came in ~ beautifully wrapped with a big orange bow but in my excitement, I ripped it open, Christmas-morning style and the remnants were not pretty. Anyway. . .back to “fishing” ~ even though the boat is docked behind our house so there’s no travel time involved, when the captain says the boat is leaving the dock at 8 a.m. ~ the boat is leaving the dock at 8 a.m., so if making this Chai Latte was time consuming, well . . .
Selden Standard – warm, welcoming and pretty much everything my mouth has been begging for in a meal. We’re coming into maybe the busiest time of the year, but I urge you to slow down, if just for one night, make time for those important in your life and if you’re looking for a meal you’ll be thinking about long after it’s over, make a reservation at Selden Standard. Our experience at Selden Standard was, well. . .anything but standard.
Dear Traffic Jam & Snug: I wanted to like you. In fact, I wanted to l.o.v.e. you. I wanted to use all sorts of ♥♥♥♥♥♥ and !!!!! when I described our meeting to my friends and family. I wanted us to be a perfect match, to rendezvous again and again. I’ve had my eye on you for a while now and I couldn’t wait for us to meet. I even checked you out online. I just wish our first date had gone better. I wanted to like you. . .
If you haven’t been to midtown Detroit lately, it’s time to go. This is the Detroit you’ve been hearing about. . . the one you need to experience. New restaurants are opening everywhere and though it’s not brand new, Jolly Pumpkin Pizzeria and Brewery was new to most of our monthly Dinner Club. Good food, good company, some laughs — what else do you want in an evening out? Jolly Pumpkin did not disappoint.
There was a generous, lively crowd when we arrived, but ample seating inside and out, much of it communal style. It’s walk-up, counter service to order. You’re given a number and in under 10 minutes our food was delivered to the table.
Jolly Pumpkin is located in what used to be called the notorious ‘Cass Corridor’ many years ago — the connotation, visuals and stories of crime in the corridor were rampant — but the area has been dramatically transformed and is now welcoming, thriving and renamed Midtown Detroit. Also in the area are Traffic Jam and Snug and Motor City Brewing Works — Come back in September for the Traffic Jam and Snug review.
This fresh mint spiked lemonade hit the spot on a warm summer evening, though you won’t go wrong with any one of their cocktails made with specially infused spirits. Beer drinkers have a large selection of artisan beers to choose from too.
So many great food options that I would recommend sharing to cover more food ground. We started with the Truffle Fries with Rosemary Aioli and as my daughter put it — you could easily sit on the couch with a basket full of them, along with a glass of wine and binge on Netflix ♥.
I’m not one to usually eat fries without ketchup but these shoestring fries with a hint of truffle flavor in every bite were amazing on their own. The Rosemary Aioli was an unexpected, shut-the-front-door bonus.
From there we moved onto pizza. So many unique and delicious sounding options, but we decided on the Lamb: tomato sauce, perfectly seasoned lamb, roasted red peppers, mozzarella, feta, arugula and the most delicious pickled red onions that literally made the pie!
We also tasted the Mushroom pizza: shiitake mushrooms, creamy goat cheese, mozzarella, truffle oil and also a bed of arugula in the center. This one alone will having me coming back.
Don’t wait until you’re in the area to stop in. There’s something for everyone at Jolly Pumpkin — it’s worth a special trip.
Tradition. Tevye, the bearded patriarch in Fiddler on the Roof sang about it. While most of us have traditions, we don’t generally sing their praises as he did, but you have to admire his enthusiasm. When my children were young one tradition was eating dinner together as a family each night. It didn’t matter if my daughters brought friends home from school with them as they frequently did. The family unit just got a bit bigger and the volume a
little lot louder. When my husband travelled for business, dinner was sometimes served as appetizers (same dinner just cut up with toothpicks inserted into the bite-size pieces) picnic style on a blanket in the family room, but the tradition of eating dinner together remained. It was the time to share not only a meal, but stories about our day. Now in case you’re picturing a Norman Rockwell setting — allow me to pull you back to our reality. It was noisy, chaotic, voices talking over other voices and often involved beverages being spilled, but it was our tradition and my daughter and son-in-law have continued this tradition of eating dinner together with my grandson as well.
Hello! Hope you all had a good weekend. I spent most of Saturday in Detroit. . .in the ‘D’, as they say with a childhood friend and fellow Detroit-lover. We don’t agree on everything, but what we do agree on is that Detroit is. . .full of life. . .full of fun things to do. Detroit is.back. Not coming. It has arrived.
Our first stop on Tour de Detroit was Indian Village Manor, a riverfront high-rise apartment building built around the 1920’s, now gone condo where she lived many years ago . . . think Sex & the City — young career women, living, dating, indulging, thriving in the big city. Indian Village Manor is on Jefferson, a short drive from Belle Isle and worlds away from what many people think of when they imagine life in the City of Detroit (oh and shhhhh, we talked our way inside the guarded, buzz-entry building – yay!).
We continued our tour onto Belle Isle where the Scott Fountain greeted us in all her splendid beauty.
Belle Isle is another Detroit treasure that if you haven’t been — or been recently, go. It’s safe, clean and quite simply, amazing. . .reminiscent of fountains you’d see in Europe. Though not crowded, you won’t be alone on Belle Isle. The banks of the Detroit River are spattered with fishermen, you’ll share the roads with bicyclists and other motorists eager to see the sights and of course, there are plenty of boats along the River to check out.
After snapping a few pictures (we needed more time!), we wound our way (after asking for directions OFF the island — yes, we are those people!) further along Jefferson into the city where we parked, bought tickets for the Tigers vs Indians game, imbibed on a delicious, fruity concoction of Jungle Juice at Cheli’s, then headed inside to root on our beloved Tigers! Unfortunately, though we cheered, clapped, whistled, ate not only Ball Park hot dogs but nachos too! — our Tigers sadly went down in a 5-4 defeat — we still ♥ you Tigers! All in all, it was the kind of day you don’t want to end with the kind of person you want to keep doing this stuff with well into your 80’s. . .and I think we will. . .’cause, well. . .we’ve got it.
Annnnnd . . . my friend made two men smile like they were 5 years old on Christmas morning (don’t go there) when she found their car keys on the ground near where we parked and returned their keys to them. At least that’s how we saw it. Our husbands (two men who share a gift of cynism) agreed when we relayed the story later that those car keys may not have belonged to the those men. Hmmmm. . .guess you could still say we made their day.
More later on Sunday Funday dodging torrential rain for an afternoon at the Detroit Institute of Arts. I’d love to hear where your plans took you this weekend