Once upon a time, I ate a tasty little cookie filled with Nutella, chocolate, and oats from a charming local bakery. In hopes of finding its recipe, I searched the interwebs far and wide. Tragically, the search turned up empty. And I turned up sad.

Left with no other choice and a sprinkle of fairy dust, the recipe writing began. A crispy chocolate cookie was in order. One that holds it shape. Yes! Dark chocolate, all the better. This cookie better be great. So I started with the lovely Smitten Kitchen’s Oreo recipe. Read more

Match Day—done! Hallelujah and thank you for all the crossed fingers, prayers, and happy thoughts! Last Thursday night felt like Christmas Eve as a 5 year old. I was up every hour hoping Santa had already come. The fateful email finally came in a little after 7:30 am, only moments to spare before having a heart attack.

I promised you answers in the form of a sweet treat. Here she is. Nutmeg Spice Cupcake. Can you figure out where we’re going? If you’ve read this blog long enough, you know I love Warren Brown and his cake recipes. So when it came time to announce the Match Day results, I flipped open Warren’s book—United Cakes of America. Page 38. Connecticut. The nutmeg state. Read more

Every year we alternate. It’s a little tradition from our college dating days. This year it’s his turn to plan Valentine’s Day. Let’s hope I’ve dropped the necessary hints. Such a dangerous statement. Today he told me he was going to make me dinner from scratch. Usually I’d be jumping off the walls excited. However, I bet him a made-from-scratch dinner a month ago. He lost the bet. Smart boy—he thought he’d kill two birds with one stone. Smarter boy—he’ll come to his senses before the 14th. One can only hope. Read more

I’ve been holding out on you for a couple months. Keeping a secret. Jumping in my chair. Looking like a crazy lady, I’m sure. Making mini gold cakes. With pom-poms on top. For who you ask? Styled Magazine [insert exclamation point]—created and edited by Victoria, from A Subtle Revelry. I’m still not sure how I made it into these beautiful pages filled with genius ideas and impeccably styled photography. Pinching myself. Read more

My mom is the first to say she doesn’t like to bake. I’m still not sure where my love obsession came from. Somehow my sister picked up the habit too—proof. But despite my mom’s distaste for baking, she makes a mean cobbler. In the summers it’s filled with the ripest of peaches. And through the winters it’s filled with the blackest of blackberries. Always topped with ice cream of course. This tastes like home to me. Read more

I had grand plans of posting twice this week. While on vacation. Ha! It’s now Thursday. And only by a Christmas miracle is this post live. I’ve been living it up responsibility-free for two weeks straight. Making these bracelets. And these cowls. Sitting by the fire with the A/C on (only in Texas). Sheer bliss. But it’s going to be a rough adjustment back into real life next Monday. Pray for me. Read more

I set my alarm to wake up early on a Saturday morning. A true rarity. To do something I really didn’t want to do. Yet another true rarity. I like my comfort zone. But I was committed. I circled yes.

My church does this thing called “The Closet.” It’s a place where homeless people can come for their winter essentials to survive another Chicago winter. Literally survive. A warm coat. A hat. Gloves. A scarf. And snow boots. For three years I’ve been promising myself I would work a Saturday. And for three years I’ve slept in. Selfishly. I’ve found better things to do like bake and take pictures and work out. Read more

Icebox cookies are some of my faves this time of year. There’s no two ways about it figuratively speaking. But literally speaking, there’s two ways about it. Dueling ways. Cranberry Orange vs. Rosemary Orange ways. Read more