Everybody loves meatballs. There’s not a country that doesn’t have its own ethnic blend. Call them polpette, konigsberger klope, boulettes or frikadeller — we’re talking meatballs. If you happen to be attending a graduation party in the near future, you’ll probably sample some meatballs, which invariably show up on the buffet table. Who can resist a meatball sandwich?
We are in the throes of Mardi Gras season, which started officially on Jan. 6, the birthday of St. Joan of Arc, France’s patron saint. The date also celebrates the Feast of The Three Kings, the Epiphany. New Orleans kick starts its Carnival on this date each year with a parade, its first of the season. Merrymaking continues and culminates with the festivities this year on Feb. 17 - Mardi Gras, French for Fat Tuesday, aka Shrove Tuesday, the final day of Carnival.
Two teenage employees of a Mayfair soft pretzel shop came face-to-face with a gun-toting robber last Thursday. Police hope that surveillance video will help them identify the unknown bandit.
Believe it or not….Chip Kelly is not the favorite chip of the NFL. Instead, try Tostitos. Super Bowl Sunday is coming up. It’s time to search our kitchen playbook to plan the menu.
We remember our veterans this time of year, and a special date comes to mind. Nov. 11, of course – the day World War I, the Great War, ended. In remembrance of all of our veterans, I’m sending a shoutout and a big “Thank You,” and hope you had a Happy Veterans Day.
Salagadoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. It’ll do magic believe it or not. Bippidy-boppity-boo. These words may not magically turn your pumpkin into a Rolls-Royce or produce the charming prince who is the man of your dreams, but they are a catchy tune that you can sing while you’re cooking up something special – like The Great Pumpkin Meatloaf.
It was sweet, good and fun for everyone. The Philadelphia Honey Festival, held last weekend, proved to bee the queen bee of festivals — one sweet treat. If you missed this year’s festival, mark your calendar for next September, and bee ready to buzz over there. Besides honey tastings from local beekeepers with jars of honey and honeycomb for sale, there were hive demonstrations, honey extractions, plant sales and children’s activities, along with music and a cooking contest. Additionally, two authors were on hand and discussed their new books – one a bee thriller about colony collapse disorder, sprinkled with suspense and romance, and the other about urban beekeeping. Libations made with honey for sampling included mead and Colonial porter — both “unbee-lievaby” tasty.
Bonjour! Vive les Frites!
Saints and begorrah, it’s St. Patrick’s Day! It’s time for leprechauns, fairies and rainbows, and a pot of gold. Mix shamrocks and shenanigans along with some green beer (oh no!), a little blarney, and you’ve got to have some fun, or craic (pronounced crack), as they say in Ireland. That’s the truth, or my name isn’t Donna O’Zitter McBordelon.