Brussels Sprouts Roasted in a Peanut Harissa Sauce | @thefauxmartha

I’m not good at good-bye. Neither is Hal. She avoids it about as well as she avoids nap-time. Twenty minutes after our guests leave, she rhythmically ask where they are. Somehow she’s forgotten the awkward, prolonged good-bye or lack thereof. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I understand that phrase better now that we have an apple tree in our backyard. The poor kid never had a chance. Read more

Baked Onion Rings | @thefauxmarthaThere’s a point between here and there where the newness runs out. When I do feels like do I have to? When a newborn’s cry feels common and exhausting. When misplaced rose colored glasses shatter beneath a tiny foot and a pile of leaves. When you walk through the back door for the 100th time and the house no longer smells new. It’s to be expected, even when it’s not. Read more

Lemon Garlic Cucumber Salad | The Fauxmartha

We’re squeezing in a thousand dates in 30 days, or however many days we have left as just the two of us. It’s new ground for us. We’ve never been the best at dating—the kind of dating that requires reservations and plans. We’re far too last minute and, truth be told, cheap. The cost of a date seems to add up quickly, where all I can seem to see are dollar signs above every doorstep. We’ve been on a grad school budget for too many years. I’m not sure that we’ll ever lose that mentality. Nor do I want to. Read more

Baked Sweet Potato Fries | @thefauxmartha

I’ve been craving bad things. Things I gave up years ago and promised myself I wouldn’t eat again. Things that always leave me full of regret and craving nutrient-rich food. I’m hoping this is a short phase of pregnancy. Because Pizza Hut pan pizzas and massive amounts of ice cream must end. Though moderate amounts of ice cream are welcome. Very welcome. That’s one thing I’ll never give up. Read more

Mom's Seven Layer Dip | @thefauxmartha

I don’t know much about football although I grew up in a football watching family. But I do know that the Super Bowl is always the first weekend in February. Right? And that food, lots of food is consumed. And maybe beer too although I never jumped on that bandwagon. I’m a wine girl. A cheap wine girl. Sorry Dad.    Read more

I’ve recently started decorating the house with cranberries. I have bags full in the fridge after working on a fun project for A Subtle Revelry. Have you seen her holiday magazine yet? I think it’s my favorite so far. Full of inspiration and bright white images—it’s a wonderland. I photographed and styled the cranberry feature—these sparkling tart yet sweet little gems included. I have bowls of them all over the apartment. Edible decorations. They have to be better than my normal mint m & m’s this time of year. Right? Head over to A Subtle Revelry to find more cranberry and holiday ideas. One more thing, do you know what to do with persimmons? I have 3 in my fridge. Help. Read more

The last couple weeks I’ve been running around like a crazy lady. With my hair frazzled and head spinning. The deadlines are piling up and the holidays are quickly, too quickly, approaching. I’m currently sitting at my computer, writing a post, eating breakfast, and putting on make-up. Frazzled. Too frazzled. Read more

For my entire married life—4 years and counting—we’ve been eating Jack’s Garden Fresh Salsa. Purchased from Costco. It’s one of the main reasons this two person household has a membership. That and rolled oats. And then we moved to Connecticut. No Jack here. Read more