Brown Sugar Glazed Corned Beef with Cabbage and Horseradish Sour Cream

Brown Sugar Glazed Corned Beef with Cabbage and Horseradish Sour Cream - Chew Nibble Nosh 5

Every year at Saint Patrick’s Day, like a lot of you, I make corned beef and cabbage.  It’s a dinner we all really enjoy, and despite all of us enjoying it, I find myself only making it once a year.  I’m not exactly sure why, but that’s usually how it goes. And my family gets pretty excited when that once-a-year day rolls around! I’ve been making it for years, once a year, and after trying numerous variations on the old stand-by, I’ve decided that this version is my favorite…and the rest of my family agrees.

Chicken Fried Rice

I know what you’re thinking.  Chicken Fried Rice?  It’s Christmas Eve!  I know, I know.  And I get it, but stay with me and I’ll explain why I figured this was the perfect dish to share with you today.

Today is Christmas Eve, but it is also my birthday.  Now, don’t feel bad for me.  I realize that it’s kind of a crummy day to have a birthday, as it’s pointed out to me EVERY time I try to buy a bottle of wine and have to hand over my ID, but it’s all I know, and I’m OK with it.  Really.

Shrimp Creole

It’s Mardi Gras time in The Big Easy! This may not mean much to you, but it’s a sweetly sentimental time for us. The day after Aaron and I got married, almost 15 years ago, we didn’t head off on some amazing, romantic, tropical honeymoon. Instead, we moved from our safe haven in the Midwest to an unknown world called “New Orleans”. Aaron had already been in school down there for a year, but I’d never lived south of Indianapolis. This was a whole new world for me in so many ways. Not only was I jumping into the adventure of marriage, I was moving someplace that was so incredibly different from anywhere I’d ever lived before. It was scary, I’m not going to lie. I was terrified. I was fresh out of college, had a new husband on my arm, a new apartment, no friends, and no job. The first time I opened a cabinet in my new kitchen, a giant cockroach (or, Palmetto Bug as they prefer to be called down there) skittered across the floor, right in front of me. I screamed. A roach was my new Welcome Wagon lady.