S So as part of my tenure as an Allrecipes Allstar, we’ve been asked to divulge what it is that we like about Allrecipes. As soon as I stopped thinking, “What’s NOT to like” the creative
wheels started to turn and I realized there are several reasons I love Allrecipes, and being a fan of lists turned into blogs, here they are (not in order of importance…)
I had a job a couple of years ago that would bore the tears out of a concrete statue. Seriously, this job could
have pummeled the statue of David into a complete mental breakdown. I worked in an office with four other people, who really didn’t talk, and who you wished wouldn’t after they finally did. The days passed with the speed of a drunk turtle. So what did I
do? I indulged my passion for looking at food photos and fantasizing about whatever I was going to make for dinner that night (glamorous? Pfft. Doesn’t get much more fancy than THAT.) Anyway, I usually made myself wait until 10am, which was designated
as my “look at the daily photos and probably vote for the ones with animals in them or the ones with no votes” hour and decide what dinner would consist of that night. I commented on blogs and then went back to see if the blogger responded. I basically became
an Allrecipes super-fan because there are only so many crossword puzzles you can complete out of the People Puzzler in one day and not lose your ever-loving mind. So, I like to think of Allrecipes as a great way to get new dinner ideas and as a time-passer
that kept me from going insane inside my own head and probably from committing a crime that would put a disgruntled postal worker to shame. Yes, by the end of my tenure as “office manager” (that’s code for the chick who answered the phone and was rude to
telemarketers) I was a bit crazy, but the tedium was reduced by a glorious website named no other than Allrecipes.com.
One of the first dinners I made for my husband (mere boyfriend at the time) came straight off of Allrecipes. After seeing picture after picture of that tasty “World’s Best Lasagna” I decided to give it a go in my “I’ll cook you dinner tonight” phase
of wooing dear Travis. I’ve actually written about this before, but in case you don’t know the story – I decided to make it for him one night in my cooking debut for him. I was busy attempting to look cute and make flirty banter (and probably bending over
more than was necessary) while making this World’s Best Lasagna. In my love-induced haze, I accidentally added WAAAAY more water than it called for in the recipe. Well, poo. Still trying to look cute and trying not to let on that I’d possibly screwed up
dinner, I wound up adding some tomato paste and whatever other tomato products I had in the pantry until it came out okay. I guess it either tasted great or he too was in a love-induced haze, because three years later we were hitched! I’ve made the lasagna
numerous times since then and he’s still around, so I’ll grant my vote in the “World’s Best” contest.
You can comment on dishes – tell the world the changes you made – and be a resource for other home cooks! You can write things like, “Yeah, I totally added three times the water it called for and he STILL asked me to marry him” and people all over the
U.S. can benefit from your mistakes! Plus, it offers the advantage of having a fridge full of food about to spoil, the task of dinner at hand, and no desire to go to the grocery store – the ingredients search. Oh my, how I love that little feature. Another
hobby of mine is wandering through the random aisles at the grocery store (or just heading out to the international market at lunch) and getting stuff that I have no idea how to use. Cue Allrecipes and the ingredient search. Other times I just buy things
because they look interesting and are on sale and then get home with no idea how to utilize said ingredient. Again, cue the dinner-saving ingredient search.
***I think this is where I’m supposed to put the Allrecipes Allstar legalese here, but since I can’t find it at the moment , here’s what I got: I’m an Allrecipes Allstar. I don’t get compensated for any of my non-sensical ramblings,
and I am doing this on my own free will with no bribes, guns at my head, or threats against my much-adored shoe collection. Veni, Vidi, Voile – I came, I saw, I wowed with my culinary prowess. Hehe.