October 24, 2016

Sweet Italian Meatballs

Happy Meatballs, my lovely internet family!

Whether in soup, on subs, or over spaghetti (or spaghetti squash, which are in season here at the moment) with freshly grated parmesan and thick homemade sauce, I contend that meatballs are just little bombs of happiness. Come autumn, they quickly rise to the cop of my favorite comfort foods list, along with the potato leek soup I made last week. My best girlfriend passed along a terrific and simple recipe for meatballs that I just love, and today I thought I'd share my version of it with y'all. It's a good'un, for sure.

For Amalie's original recipe, check out here brand new blog: Ordinary Green Musings. Show her some love!


October 17, 2016

Hanlin Family Potluck Quinoa Summer Salad Recipe

Hidey ho, internet family!

I know, I know... it's autumn now. But, a few weekends ago was my mom's side of the family's reunion, and it was still quite summery then. This one was at my aunt Lisa's house, and (full disclosure), we completely forgot about the potluck-ness of the affair, so the afternoon before, Jacob and I were trying to think of something inexpensive, quick, and easy to make a lot of.
There's a lot of us. And this is just mainly our cousins - only a few siblings, aunts, and uncles are sprinkled in there. The more the merrier, right?

We settled on a quinoa salad, a variation on one that my sister-in-law's mom made for us back in May when we were on their side of the country for my brother's wedding, and one that I think it quite good. In my experience, there are two schools of thinking when it comes to quinoa - people who love it and people who just can't stand the stuff. I admit, when I first tried quinoa, it was reminiscent of birdseed, but now that I've given it a shot, I actually like it quite a bit. Just give it a chance. *wink*

Let me know what you think!

October 10, 2016

My Favorite Fall Soup: Potato Leek

Happy Monday, internet family!

Last week, it rained for about three days straight, and the Midwestern winter gloom was here big time. I love autumn rain, and when it starts coming down hard, I break out the soups. ALL OF THE SOUPS. One of my favorites is potato leek soup, a recipe my mom discovered years ago, and my all time favorite, tied only with creamy mushroom. It's smooth, creamy, and comfortingly filling. Perfect for a chilly autumn evening. Or morning. Or afternoon. Or all the time.

Without further ado: potato leek soup.

October 3, 2016

Currently (October 2016)

Hello, my darling internet family! I hope you are well.

Y'all know I love October with all my heart, my favorite month of the year - autumn is here in the Midwestern United States. The leaves haven't quite turned yet, but the cool, blustery, rainy days are here in full force, along with my big cozy sweaters and boots and hot chocolate and my boyfriend's killer gumbo. Cajun boy knows how to cook!

Since I don't have a recipe this week (more coming soon), here's what I'm...

It's Not About the Truth: The Untold Story of the Duke Lacrosse Case and the Lives it Shattered by Don Yeager and Mike Pressler, not a book I would typically find myself reading. It's a study of the "Duke Lacrosse Case," which was one colossal mess, and that's a very, very tame term for it. Innocent until proven guilty did not happen in this instance.

I'm not going to go into all the gory details here, but for a clean summary: In 2006, three members of the Duke University men's lacrosse team were falsely accused of rape. It was a media frenzy, and the media was content to ignore the evidence and the facts, declaring the players guilty anyway. Long story short, after more than enough lives were destroyed and the exposition of corrupt officials and plenty of lies, all charges against the young men were dropped and they were declared innocent.

As I said, it was a mess. And one of those things that makes my journalist skin crawl, and makes me want to scream "THAT'S NOT RIGHT! WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT'S NOT RIGHT!?" Those students were crucified by the media before even giving the investigation time. Blargh. Anyway.

I was 12 when this incident took place, and I didn't pick up on the story when it happened, but even with all the blind injustice, it was a fascinating read.

Now, for more happy things.