When Crackers Count as Dinner
Some days, dinner is a perfectly seared steak with garlic confit mashed potatoes. Other days?
It’s a sleeve of buttery crackers and a martini, eaten standing up in your kitchen while deciding if you even like people anymore.
And you know what? Both count.
The Piedmont Club Buttered Cracker Secret
The other night, I made my Piedmont Club Buttered Crackers—yes, those crackers. The ones that taste like you stole them from a Southern country club snack tray where the bartender saw you and just nodded in respect. I tossed them in clarified butter, baked them till smug, and ate them like they were a five-course meal. No garnish, definitely no dip and no guests. Just me and a chilled martini.
Here is a thought: sometimes cooking isn’t about effort.
It’s about attitude.
Why I Put These Crackers in My Cookbook
There’s this idea that dinner has to check all the boxes: protein, sides, something green, a plan, a point. But I’m telling you—crackers and confidence? That’s a full plate if you ask me.
And yes, they’re in the cookbook. Of course they are.
Because I don’t just write about the food I should be making.
I write about the food I actually eat. The stuff that gets me through long days and weird moods and the kind of Tuesday that deserves a little butter therapy.
Make Them Yourself Tonight
So if someone asks what you had for dinner?
Tell them it was from your favorite cookbook.
(Mine too.)
Want the full recipe for Piedmont Club Buttered Crackers?
It’s in my cookbook, Conversation Starters: From the Other Side of the Stove.
Grab your copy here and make this easy dinner idea with crackers part of your weeknight rotation.
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