Last week, in honor of our mission to “Get Bitchin’ In The Kitchen,” I asked you to send me your favorite recipes for a forthcoming slideshow. Well, I got so many recipes that one slideshow just ain’t gonna suffice. Instead, I’m posting the recipes over the course of the week — and there’s still two days left, so you still have time to send me your recipes (to firstname.lastname@example.org)! Today we’ve got 11 recipes from readers, for dishes like minestrone soup, braised pork chops, zucchini bread, and much more. Needless to say, I am starving now.
Men know how to cook, because we have the right incentive to cook. Once upon a time, when men were men and women were women and men were cartoon gorillas and women were porcelain princesses, the man made money and the woman made casseroles. Men stayed out of the kitchen, and women stayed out of the workplace.
But times change. For instance: in the 1960s, people drove their car from the suburbs to an office building in the city. Today, we fly in jet packs from blimp cities to subterranean bunkers deep beneath the scorched earth. Also, women are working more and cooking less, and men are working less and cooking more. But let me be clear, we’re cooking because it impress the hell out of women. Are women too easily impressed? Maybe. Keep reading »
- Buy small appliances such as toasters, microwaves, and can openers that can be mounted underneath cabinets.
- Swap a knife blick for a magnetic strip on the wall.
- Instead of storing utensils in a canister, install a stainless steel rod with matching S hooks on the backsplash and hang utensils out of the way but still within arm’s reach. Read more…
I’ve been a vegetarian for 20 years, and have been dating about as long. Being a vegetarian isn’t weird, and dating shouldn’t be, but sometimes dating-while-vegetarian can throw a bit of a wrench in the game.
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Food and sex, the two greatest sensual pleasures in life. And the way we speak of them is so similar: how many times have you referred to chocolate mousse as “orgasmic”? I can’t be the only one you feels this way about things I put in my mouth. (Some things, you pervert.) So I decided to put together a fun little game for Frisky readers: here are 10 celebs talking about two of life’s pleasures — cooking or nookie — but with key words omitted from each quote. It’s up to you, dear reader, to figure out what they’re talking about.
And yes, on the slide about Snooki, I do make a joke about Italian sausages. Enjoy!
Last week, in honor of our mission to “Get Bitchin’ In The Kitchen,” I asked you to send me your favorite recipes for a forthcoming slideshow. Well, I got so many recipes that one slideshow just ain’t gonna suffice. Instead, I’m posting the recipes over the course of the week — and I’m still accepting more, so send ‘em (to email@example.com) if you got ‘em! Today we’ve got six seriously yummy sounding (and looking!) chicken recipes from Rachel, Kristen, Emily, EscapeHatches, Mschro, and Sarah. Now which one am I going to have for dinner tonight…
For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved to cook. And while I love cooking for myself, I especially love cooking for others. It’s one of the ways I feel most comfortable showing affection. Cooking brings out a nurturing side that, quite frankly, is just waiting to kick into high gear once I have a kid. Cooking makes me feel womanly and, by extension, cooking for a man makes me feel sexy. But cooking for men I’ve dated over the last few years, since I became single following the breakup of my engagement, hasn’t been as positive an experience as I would have hoped. In fact, it’s something that I now vow I won’t do until I feel a certain security with the man sitting across from me at the dinner table. Keep reading »
Gather round children and I shall share with you the secrets of the world’s laziest cook. That’s me! I come from a short line of lazy chefs. Namely, my mom, whose favorite prepared meal is Fritos and onion dip and my dad who makes a mean cereal and milk. Needless to say, I am self-taught in the kitchen. My cooking limitations became more troublesome after a series of breakups with boyfriends whom I persuaded to cook for me left all alone to fend for myself for every meal. I had no option but to learn how to become a kick ass lazy chef. I usually end up dining out or getting take out — ideal for the eater willing to exert minimal effort. On the rare occasion that I feel moved to cook (I do possess a preternatural feel for building flavor) or I am forced to prepare a meal (like if I just got sex or I’m trying to!), I have a few go-to meals that I can easily prepare using my one pan, three bowls, set of dull steak knives, and the other pathetic contents of my kitchen. Allow yourself to be dazzled by my never-before-seen collection of lazy people recipes. Bon appetit, lazy peeps!
Last week, in honor of our mission to “Get Bitchin’ In The Kitchen,” I asked you to send me your favorite recipes for a forthcoming slideshow. Well, I got so many recipes that one slideshow just ain’t gonna suffice. Instead, I’m going to post the recipes over the course of the week — and I’m still accepting more, so send ‘em (to firstname.lastname@example.org) if you got ‘em! First up, three yummy pasta recipes from readers Sarah, Allison, and Megan!
I didn’t learn how to cook growing up. It’s not that my mom and dad didn’t know how to cook themselves; they’re both quite good cooks, actually. Dad makes a mean spaghetti sauce and I’ve planned entire weekends around Mom’s French onion soup, endive salad, and eggplant parm. But both of them are, and always have been, so absurdly territorial in the kitchen that I never much felt welcome. There’s many times I’ve tried to help out and perhaps pick something up, and gotten shooed away.
So I stopped trying. I cultivated indifference. I sat back while they cooked real meals for me well into adulthood. Whatever meals I cooked for myself were not real meals — in fact, I don’t know if you could say I “cooked” them. All throughout college and after college, I ate the kind of “instant meals” that American grocery stores are known for: macaroni and cheese, instant rice, ramen noodles, pasta sauce out of a jar. Maybe if I was getting fancy, I’d make a salad or scrambled eggs. Keep reading »