I’ve been going round in my head with a few ideas of what I wanted to write tonight or what story I wanted to share that would be the right set up for these French Breakfast Puffs, but truthfully, I’m not feeling a particular anecdote or memory, what I am feeling lately is a lot Read more
I love country music. I always have. Something about it takes me back to the open plains of growing up in Nebraska and it just feels comforting to me. Old country, new country, I like it all. Growing up I always pretended like this was uncool and super lame. My brother would be in the Read more
I love scary movies. When I was 10 or 11 (aka WAY too young), my older brother Gregg would wander down to the local video rental store, do whatever voodoo magic he would have to do to convince the kid behind the counter to rent horror movies to a minor. This was a regular thing Read more
I hate eggs in the morning. I’m cool with them for brunch, but brunch usually means I’m rolling out of bed late and eating around 11, so that really doesn’t constitute as morning. But anytime before then? Nope. I love them later in the day, but first thing give me something sweet or fruity. And Read more
Growing up, our kitchen was a bread making factory. Kid you not, at any given point my Mom was in there making French bread, Oatmeal bread, Wheat bread, Cinnamon Swirl bread or as we call it, Goo bread. In fact, when my Mom wanted a new dishwasher and new silverware she figured out that she Read more
Here’s the thing, if you are a Johnson, it’s in your DNA to like your food hot. And when I say hot, I mean, like nose running, sweating, tears coming out your eyes kind of hot. Long before Sirracha or hot sauce was a trend, we had a bottle of Cholula at all times in Read more
