An appetizer or snack, maybe. I’m not categorizing this as a main course.
Made with wine and beef broth.
Made with cider vinegar.
With Velveeta, evidently.
A theme park, wax Jesus, and selling your soul to the devil.
“What am I, chopped liver?”
The crisp stuffed triangles we typically identify as samosas.
Starts and ends with bacon.
The poor but honest cousin of a nouveau rich dish.
A salad so good, the recipe could only have come from poetry.