Bakery Style Chocolate Cookies | @thefauxmartha

Do you remember when this blog was strictly about baking with a side of soup? A couple years in and my pants got tight, so I shifted my focus to healthier (that’s a loaded word), wholesome eats. And then I got pregnant with Hal, ate ice cream every night, and baked liked it was my job. After she arrived, I was certain I’d have to majorly cool it. But for the first time in my entire life, I had trouble keeping on weight. I guess nursing can do that to you. Of course, that luck eventually ran out. Hard. I went back to my healthier, more balanced ways. That’s when Kev started asking, “Where’s the dessert?” To which I responded, “Did you shrink my jeans in the dryer?” My favorite skit on Whose Line Is It Anyway? was always “Questions Only”. It’s exactly as it sounds: you can only respond with questions.  Read more

Tex-Mex Chopped Salad | @thefauxmartha

I will always be amazed by the power of food. The power to nourish. The power to produce joy and sometimes tears. The power to prompt someone to start a blog, to write recipes, and to learn how to use a camera. The power to make you hangry. The power to make you hungry. The power to make you thrive. The power to divide. The power to bring together. The power to build a raised bed. The power to tell a thousand different stories.   Read more

Cantaloupe Gazpacho | @thefauxmartha

I’ve scrolled through Facebook 6 times now. I can repeat every status update and story. With each scroll, I’m certain the words will spill out like the heavy rain-filled clouds of April. Another scroll through. Nothing. There’s 19 abandoned plants sitting in the garage and a hole in the wall just above the guest room bed meant for a mirror that’s just a little too small. I wish that pink bubble gum medicine could cure my case of decision paralysis.  Read more

Open Faced Sammi | @thefauxmartha

I don’t think it’ll come as a surprise to you when I say I love good design. It makes my heart flutter and my mind wonder. Good design always comes with a gentle nudge to keep creating, to try something different. I never thought that nudge could come in the form of toast with egg salad on top.   Read more

Swedish Pancakes | @thefauxmartha

I’m posting this recipe for myself. Because every time I go to make Swedish Pancakes, I can’t find the recipe. Maybe it’s because I never write titles to the recipes I keep scratched into a notebook. Though sometimes I draw hieroglyphics. This particular recipe had neither, making it very difficult to find pre-coffee. I texted the recipe to Sonja once after she asked. So when my notebook would fail me, I’d search the archives of my texts. Five minutes of searching and scrolling, and the app crashed. Always. That’s why I’m posting this recipe. For myself. Read more

Muesli Monday-Friday | @thefauxmartha

I didn’t know I’d lost a piece of myself until I joined Snapchat. “It’s too unedited.” That’s what I told Kev prior. It wasn’t until my 11th post in, the post where I finally mustered enough courage to record myself talking, that I said in a sing-songy voice, “Unstyled salad. This is so liberating!” I’ve continued to over-snap unedited bits of life since—the normal parts that seem too unworthy for Instagram or even this space. (See giveaway details below.) Read more

Cheddar Bacon Scones | @thefauxmartha

Sometimes you say just as much by what you don’t say. And I’ve never said bacon before on this site. Or eggs benedict. Or meatloaf. Or hotdogs. Or goat cheese. Or shrimp. Or oysters. Or beer, unless it has to do with beer bread. I’m down with beer bread. “How do you have a food blog?” they say. And then I remind them of the hiring process, or the lack thereof. Read more

Quick Hard Lemonade | @thefauxmartha

This is not Mike’s Hard Lemonade. It’s Mel’s Hard Lemonade. It’s been making an appearance at 5:00 for some time now. With a smooth, round lemon flavor served in a wine glass, not a beer bottle, it’s elegant and classy and quick. Along with a glass, you’ll reach for your brimmed hat, linen pants, and wicker picnic basket. Or maybe you’ll just reach for the wooden spoon to stir together dinner. I usually (always) do the latter. At 5:00.  Read more