When Jeff’s outside smoking meat, it’s a relaxing experience – for me. I’m lounging on a lawn chair, sipping lemonade, laughing and watching Henry the Wonderdog poke around in the back yard. But Jeff is One with the meat and the smoke and the fire. For him, it’s a Zen experience. I’m just there for the wings.

If you’ve always been a little hazy on the difference between grilling and smoking, grilling is done quickly over high heat; smoking is a slower process done over lower, indirect heat. Smoking the meat tenderizes it, infusing it with the flavor of the wood as well as the smoke, so that – with a little time and care – you can turn a cheap cut of meat into something people will fight over.

Like these Spicy Smoked Chicken Wings.

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With the pizza, Buffalo chicken dip, and meatball sliders posted lately, you might think we were rooting for New York this weekend, but the truth is, we don’t have a dog in this hunt. Not with the Saints and the Titans out. So, we wanted to even things up a little with a New England shout-out. My sister Jennifer suggested a Hot Crab Dip, so grab a Sam Adams and dig in. 

By Jennifer Rather.

I’m always on the lookout for party foods. When you add holidays, celebrating a birthday every other month and football season together, it equals a massive need for finger food.

We have our usual standbys (hello, sausage balls), but occasionally I like to try something different, just so everyone doesn’t go into sausage overload.

In honor of the Super Bowl, and the years I spent in Boston, I decided to add Hot Crab Dip to our lineup

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Here in Nashville, you’d swear it was spring. People are wearing short sleeves. Birds are singing. Buttercups are growing. It’s like Mother Nature is having a midwinter hot flash, and we’re too busy enjoying it to worry about how long it will last.

That’s why I made this French-Style Strawberry Yogurt Cake with whipped cream and sugared strawberries.

When you’ve got something good, cake can only make it better.

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Sometimes when I’m out with Jeff, I slip into “girlfriend mode” and say yes to things without thinking them through. Like eating a big, fat, drippy meatball sub in public. There’s just no way to do it and maintain your dignity. Or your shirt. You basically just have to shove it into your face and hope for the best, which is actually kinda fun, but the whole thing got me thinking about Meatball Sliders.

Little one-meatball sandwiches I could eat in a few bites AND keep my shirt clean.

Maybe.

I mean, dignity. Who needs it? But at least my clothes would have a fighting chance.

Anyway, these sliders turned out really, really well. Good enough for Jeff to break into four-letter words when he forgot there were leftovers and ate something inferior. So I wanted to share them with you, just in case you’re fishing for some party eats or you just need to get some more meatballs into your life.

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On my nephew Jack’s birthday, when he alone has the power to decide what the entire family eats, he always picks the same thing for dinner: chili. And that’s fine by us, because my sister Jennifer’s chili is the kind that makes you moan before you can stop yourself. She promised to share the recipe if I’d bring petit fours to baby Riley’s first birthday party, so done and done.

By Jennifer Rather.

Chili. A culinary problem child. Everyone has a different idea of what it should should be in it, how to use it and what it should taste like. You’ve got your all-beef people. Your beef and bean people. Chicken chili. Vegetarian chili. Cincinnati chili.

Hot dog chili is a different breed from cracker chili.

It’s more confusing than sending a man for tampons.

I wanted a chili that would work for our entire family, so a few years ago, I came up with a plan. Over the course of one football season, every Sunday, I would try a different chili recipe, and the men (my husband and two boys) would grade the attempt, ranking what they liked and disliked

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This Buffalo Chicken Dip? Pure man-bait.

Walk into a room with it, and guys will look at you like you just took your top off.

It’s just the thing to take to a Super Bowl party.

But I’ve seen ladies who wouldn’t touch a Buffalo wing attack this stuff like starving lions chasing an antelope on Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom.

I totally understand.

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I had no idea it was National Peanut Butter Day, but it is! And that’s mighty fine timing, because my sister, Jennifer, is back with her recipe for Peanut Butter Bars. Did I eat that entire plate of them for breakfast one morning? Why, yes. Yes, I did.

By Jennifer Rather.

I am not a nagging wife. If I started nagging my husband about his To-Do list, then he would have free reign to point out the state of my kitchen, closets and laundry room.

That ain’t happening.

There are certain Saturdays, however, when the “Man Bug” bites him, and he rises at 8 a.m. to spend the next 10 hours getting EVERYTHING done. He mows, hammers, glues, trims and chops. He replaces every battery and light bulb in the house. It’s like watching myself clean during a “Hoarders” marathon on A&E.

On these Saturdays, I make his favorite Peanut Butter Bars.

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I’ve never been to New York. My sister lived there for a while, but back then, I was too broke to visit, and she was too broke to rent an apartment big enough to do a jumping jack in. So, I have yet to experience the miracle of a real-deal New York pizza.

That’s why, when I saw this recipe for Grandma Pizza in “Cook’s Country,” I had to try it.

Grandma Pizza is a Long Island specialty. A local secret. A square, thin-crust pizza topped with a little mozzarella, crushed canned tomatoes and fresh basil. According to an article by Erica Marcus, it was something simple that Umberto and Carlo Corteo, of Umberto’s Pizzeria, would make just for themselves and their friends. Something like their mama had made in Italy. But the brothers didn’t want to add another pizza to their menu, so Grandma Pizza didn’t really catch on until two of their former employees opened a shop and actually started selling it.

I assume the brothers were cool with that.

So, what makes this pizza so different?

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The Year of the Dragon starts at midnight.

I’m not sure exactly sure what that means, but it sounds like things are about to get awesome.

Jeff and I intensely prepared for our Chinese New Year celebration by Googling traditions and latching on to only the fun ones.

Sweeping away last year’s bad luck? Gimme that broom.

Lighting firecrackers to scare away evil spirits? They’re in the junk drawer.

New red undies? Always good luck.

But my favorite part of the day was making a huge platter of Pork Egg Rolls for our Chinese New Year feast. Even though it took me a few practice runs to get the wrapping technique down, I’m happy to report that the butt-ugly ones tasted just as good as the pretty ones. Mad egg roll-wrapping skills are not required. Thank God.

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Cacio e Pepe.

It sounds like a cartoon about a constipated elephant and a horny skunk, but literally, it’s Italian for “cheese and pepper.”

Cacio e Pepe is a classic Roman pasta dish made with Pecorino Romano and freshly cracked black pepper. Some say it should be made with just those three elements (and a little pasta water). Others make it with a little butter or extra-virgin olive oil.

The nice thing is, it’s so simple that no matter how you make it, you’ll never need the recipe again.

Continue reading: Meatless Monday: Cacio e Pepe (Pasta with Cheese and Pepper)

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