My Purple Kitchen

The past few days, I've been quarrantined at home with the worst cold I've had in years - mainly because I actually haven't eve...

As a (nearly) life long Southerner, I was ashamed to admit that I am certainly not a gumbo conoisseur, either in tasting or cooking. My rou...

Man, has it been dull around here lately. Not that there hasn't been plenty to do - birthday parties, Predators games, lunch dates an...

Today marks one full year of blogging for me. In the last year, I have improved my writing skills (tremendously), my photography skills (sl...

Lord. Yeesh. This is some spicy stuff. You'd think I'd have guessed that, given that Josh found the recipe on jalapenomadness.com...

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...

Josh and I spent 21 hours in Chattanooga last Friday/Saturday. It was a whirlwind trip of good people, great sightseeing, and suffice it t...

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 ...