This was the only way my parents ever got me to eat spinach as a kid. I think it's still the only way I eat spinach: surrounded by sausage and smothered in cheese.
I've heard tell that if a British person shouts at the sky for scones, they will fall like manna from the heavens. I'm not sure what the secret is, because I've only seen rain falling from the sky in Britain. Lots and lots of rain.
I miss being able to get fresh baked pretzels at any bakery on any block in Germany. This is my inadequate and tedious substitute.
Together with garlic bread and steamed broccoli, this is one of my favorite meal-prepping recipes. My labmates have seen me eat a lot of this.
Cheesy eggy pasta goodness.
Don't worry, it's not that spicy.
Even in cookies, the secret is cheese -- in this case, cream cheese. It keeps the cookies moist and prevents blandness. Also butter. Always butter.
It's French onion soup, but with Swiss cheese. See? Cheese makes everything better.
If I don't keep a bag of tortilla chips around and have to make my own every time, I should theoretically eat less of them. I don't think it's working.
I promise that it's vegetarian
For when you're feeling racist about your chili.
It's a super basic white sauce. What else is there to know?