My Purple Kitchen

I've been kind of a jerk lately. Josh has put up with a lot while I've been kind of a jerk. After spending a Sunday afternoon alone...

It doesn't happen often, but tonight I really didn't want to cook. It was the first really cold night (read: cold for Nashville) of...

I make a lot of lists. Recipes to blog, things to buy at CVS, songs to download, movies to add to Netflix, decorating ideas. Problem is, I ...

I have a confession to make: I am afraid of our grill. I never used to be, but then again, I'd never attempted to light it myself befor...

Before I post a new recipe, I always consult Food Blog Search beforehand out of curiosity. I want to know how many other times it's be...

I really thought I was lacking the chicken pot pie gene. Gloppy sauce, chunks of rubbery chicken and COOKED CARROTS? Blech. Right? Nope....

Josh and I have been thinking about Thai food for a while. Neither of us have ever eaten at a Thai restaurant - even though we are more or...

Today's guest post comes from my dad. As is the case with the rest of my family, he has an appreciation for good food, and while I have...

My brother/guest blogger Craig hosted a crawfish boil not too long ago. This is something I've never considered, let alone executed, s...

I start out a lot of posts with "I never liked (insert food here) in the past, but..." Aside from the fact that it's the God...

I know what you're thinking - a roasted chicken is a roasted chicken is a roasted chicken. For a long time (until Friday), I thought ...

Sticking to the rules of marinating (acid/oil/herbs), these skin-on, bone-in chicken thighs bathe in silver tequila (100% agave is always p...

With swimsuit season looming, and butterscotch blondies in my not so distant past, I have delved hardcore back into Atkins. I feel good, bu...

Simple. Spicy. Inexpensive. These are some of my favorite adjectives when discussing food. This recipe is the epitome of all three, plus ...

  This is a standby. I’ve made it for my parents, my grandparents, college roommates, my brother, Italian-food-hating friends, and picky c...