Mario’s Bomb Ass Beef Ribs

As you know, I am a bacon addict who is married to a very charismatic, very talented, very smart Muslim man. I’m totally not dropping these compliments because I had to beg him to give up his beef recipe for my blog. (Snicker Snicker) Yet here we are. This is the recipe in his own…

The Last Last Minute Cookout

I hope you are all fully recovered from Memorial Day Weekend.  My plan was to have a super laid back weekend of straight grillin’ and chillin’ with my fam and then…..my phone rang Sunday night.    The conversation went a little something like this…. Big Mary (some may call her my mother): I heard you’re…

The Broke Queens Guide to Cheese Platters

I’m gonna keep it real.  I am far from rich.  Like far far.  I am a broke queen who loves to entertain.  Over the years I have learned all kinds of tricks to treat my guests despite my lack of lack of infinite entertainment funds.  Here are some tips that I thought up to help…

The Well-Seasoned Playlist

I was feeling silly over the weekend and decided to share my favorite cooking songs with you guys.  Cooking should be fun and sometimes music is the best motivator to make the best food.   Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce you to: The Well-Seasoned Playlist Ante Up – MOP Flava In Ya Ear Remix– Craig Mack…

How to Party without the Pig

My husband is Muslim.  I am a bacon addict.  I had to learn how to make these two things co-exist when we throw parties.   I’ve mastered it but it took time, research and a bit of sacrifice.  If you remember my last post I told you about the Mac and Cheese bar from my Mom’s…

Game Night for Tupac’s Muse

As  I sit here eating leftover spinach dip enjoying the after glow of yet another dope ass party I thought,  I should probably be writing a post about it.  So, here I am.  Last night’s party was in honor of my mother.  My mother believes that Tupac’s song Hail Mary was written for her….it goes…

Oh, It’s My Turn to Host?

Oh, It’s My Turn to Host? At some point your friends and family are going to get tired of hosting…and at that time someone (ahem…probably your Mama) is going to suggest that it is your turn to host.  When that time comes, you will freak out.  You will use Google.  You will find this post….