So, this might be really white trash, but Rust and I have decided we're going to have a night where we compare pizza.
We want to get like two or three different kinds of meat pizzas from two or three different places (so we can be fats and inquisitive at the same time) and compare the yummy-ness.
With gratitude, I remember the many hours my mother allowed me to be her kitchen companion. I learned the most basic of all foundations from her: buy as fresh as you can get.
This meant most of our vegetables were grown in our own terraced gardens, or from the farms that encircled our small town of Columbus, Indiana. Our meat was, most often, from Bush's Market -- a farm-run stand with the freshly butchered bounty of hogs, beef and chickens.
I've always followed my mother's freshness rule, and I admire those who do so, as well.
This blog is for anyone who believes a meal can change your life for the better.
Saluté!
So, this might be really white trash, but Rust and I have decided we're going to have a night where we compare pizza.
ReplyDeleteWe want to get like two or three different kinds of meat pizzas from two or three different places (so we can be fats and inquisitive at the same time) and compare the yummy-ness.
Might be worthy of a guest blogging ;)