Because feeding pregnant women to volcanoes is savage, but feeding volcanoes to pregnant women is delicious.

Because feeding pregnant women to volcanoes is savage, but feeding volcanoes to pregnant women is delicious.
A vehicle for a well-transformed cut of beef.
Sometimes, pasta wants to be dipped.
Dori’s favorite meal from growing up.
The cheesy cousin to the potato classic.
A little something we brought home from a party.
One of the many reasons why there’s no such thing as leftover beer.
The fried history of an export we re-imported.
A universal favorite with an American addition. Or subtraction, I guess.
The bread that defined travel, convenience, government folly, and in the process, American progress.
I don’t always get fresh tomatoes, but when I do… yum.