I have to admit, I don't get stuffed peppers. A couple girlfriends and I had a conversation about them over tea in a supercute tea shop on Queen Street last weekend. Even the shop owner weighed in with his two cents: "Stuffed peppers are awesome." Inspired and intrigued - since I'd never actually consumed stuffed peppers myself - and excited to break out the brand new freakishly sharp knife the husband gave me for Christmas, I popped the top off a couple orange peppers and stuffed them full of quinoa-and-ground-turkey goodness.
And, here's the the thing: I loved it, but I could really have done without the pepper.
Don't get me wrong. I love peppers. But in the end, it just got in the way of the delicious stuffing inside. Does this mean I am denied good cook status? Thankfully, stuffed mushrooms have already stolen a safe place in my heart, so I haven't dismissed the the concept of stuffing veggies itself. Perhaps I'll try tomatoes.
But you won't likely find me stuffing a pepper again.
(If you want to, you can find the recipe I used here @ Dinner or Desserts!)
I never would have thought I'd say this, but I love country kitchens. That's probably how we ended up with an all white kitchen. Come back tomorrow, I think, and you'll find out why, exactly, I'm loving this inspiration photo right now. We've been busy!
(Hint: I may have gotten a little high from the varathane fumes in our house last night.)
I'm sure you noticed in my last post that our duvet is all wrong for our room. There's a few other things that are wrong, but at the moment, this is the most easily changed.
However, we have a little problem.
We don't have a single sheet, a single afghan, a single sleeping bag without a hole in it. She's started pulling the stuffing out of our duvet. We spent $25 on sheets at the Home Show a couple months ago, slept delightfully in them for 2 days, and then woke up on the third morning to her teeth gnawing away on the smooth grey fabric.
She's a tyrant.
How can we justify buying a new duvet cover when her method of welcoming it home involves teeth and the biggest hole she can manage before we stop her?
I know that some of my readers are dog people. Do you have this problem? How do you save your stuff from the non-human creature you love the most?