Pear & Cranberry Tart

This Pear & Cranberry Tart recipe can be adapted in a million different ways. The base recipe was a “peach tart” by Paula Deen and I’ve used it as a template for a million and one different tarts over the years. I use it in the summer with peaches, strawberries and blackberries and it’s perfect in the fall with granny smith apples. The jelly that you spread on top is what gives it that sheen …

Red Beans & Rice

Red Beans & Rice are a southern tradition for sure! When I moved to Texas I had never had a bowl of red beans & rice. I grew up in the midwest where we made navy beans and ham or “white beans”. I quickly realized that red beans & rice was as essential to living in Texas as a well worn pair of cowboy boots. It was simply a necessity. For my recipe I prefer to use a left over ham…

Mom’s Quick Chili

There are many fancier versions of quick chili out there other than my Mom’s Quick Chili and I make several different recipes depending on time. I have a Chili Cook Off Winner that calls for nearly 30 ingredients and takes the better part of the day to prepare – is it good? Of course it is! But there are times when you simply want to whip up a tasty pot of chili, grab a cold bottle…

Rice Krispie Balls

My mom had certain Christmas traditions and her Rice Krispie Balls were one that you could count on each and every year. She always kept a “treat platter” out on various tables throughout the house, it had all of her homemade holiday treats on it and she kept a piece of plastic wrap stretched across the top to keep everything fresh. You could walk into the family room, plop yourself…

Mom’s Chocolate Fudge

Everyone loves their mom’s chocolate fudge, right? There doesn’t seem to be a right way or a wrong way to make fudge…just your mother’s way! I have tasted boat loads of the stuff over the years and although I seldom turn down a fresh chunk when offered, no other recipe will do but my mom’s. I guess what makes hers taste so good to me is the milk chocolate flavor…

A Boca Chica Christmas Party!

Each and every year I celebrate Christmas with a group of women who have been near and dear to me for more years than I care to count. We named ourselves the “Boca Chica’s” after taking a wrong turn on our annual beach trip to Padre Island with our group of rowdy offspring. I was at the wheel talking a mile a minute to Sandy about nothing important when suddenly we…