Thanksgiving from scratch | The Fauxmartha

I’m taking a full week away from the WWW to spend time with family. Minimal screen time. Plenty of cooking. And as much sleep as I can squeeze in with a little one (who contracted hand, foot, mouth literally on our way out of town). But before I say Happy Thanksgiving, I wanted to leave you with a couple things. #1 My made from scratch Thanksgiving menu. I know you’ve been dying to have it. Make ahead instructions included, when possible. #2 A giveaway of J.Q.Dickinson sea salt (all-natural salt harvested by hand) plus a bag of my favorite homemade granola made with JQD salt. #3 Best for last, a friendsgiving link-up with a bunch of killer recipes and more ways to get your hands on some of this artisanal salt. Read more

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White Wine Gravy | The Fauxmartha

If there’s an underdog or an afterthought on the Thanksgiving table, it’s the gravy—the very last thing to make before sitting down to eat. The table-setting, turkey-carving, side dish-reheating, and drink-pouring fill center stage, encroaching on the gravy making time. If it weren’t for that fact that it mingles with nearly everything on the plate, I’d let it take a natural back seat. But alas, it’s the icing on the cake. Give me 10 minutes and a bottle of wine. You’ll thank me. It is the season of Thanksgiving after all. Read more

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Cranberry Walnut Stuffing | The Fauxmartha

I’ll never forget my first married Thanksgiving. We were young and poor and far away from family.  I was determined to make my first Thanksgiving entirely from scratch. I took the liberty to nix certain staples off the menu and add some new ones. I cleaned, brined, and cooked the turkey all by myself. I was proud, so proud, until Kev saw the final spread. Read more

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Giftry + The Fauxmartha

You may remember me talking about Giftry a couple months ago. In case you forgot, here’s a quick recap. Your mom asks for a Christmas list. You send her an email with a bunch of long blue links, sizes, and notes. It’s awful to look at and inevitably gets lost in her inbox. Your mother-in-law asks for the same list, the one you’ve also lost. Insert Giftry. It’s like Pinterest for gift giving/list making. Make lists for yourself, your family, and friends. Collaborate and share, making the gift giving process easier and prettier. It’s a no brainer. Speaking of, Giftry is giving away up to $1000 (!) in gifts of your choice. Entry details below. Read more

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Browned Butter Pumpkin Bread | The Fauxmartha

A couple weeks ago when it was still warm enough to make you sweat, we stopped by a lemonade stand on the corner of the street. We chatted with and met new neighbors. I was juggling a cup of lemonade and a nap-ready, wiggly baby while trying to keep four new names straight. (I’m abnormally good with faces but adversely awful with names.) A homeless woman walked up, put her change down on the table without hesitation, and walked away with a cup of lemonade in hand and a smile on her face. My mind was a thousand different places, but present enough to absorb that brief moment.

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Boozy Beef and Butternut Tacos | The Fauxmartha

It’s invisible internet friends baby shower day for Jessica of How Sweet It Is—the well loved lady who taught us all a thing or two about how to get creative in the kitchen. She has mad chops in the recipe department, a plethora of sprinkles up her sleeve, and a babe inside ready to partake in all this goodness. But not until we’re done celebrating. And there’s lots of celebrating yet to be done. Read more

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Squash Kale Autumn Salad | The Fauxmartha

In his hurriedness to get off to work, I noticed Kev took the time to throw away my used coffee filter hanging off the side of the Chemex. Meanwhile, I sat at the dining room table, drinking the cup of coffee that filter had produced. It was a rare glimpse. I’m usually the one in the kitchen or on the floor corralling the babe. Thank you, I said. He said you’re welcome like it was no big deal, like he does it all the time. I often throw it away, he said. I paused, took another sip, and tried to remember the last time I threw it away. Thank you, I said again. Read more

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