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

Cucumber Soba Bowls

I couldn’t put it all into words until I looked outside the window of Hal’s room. It was a perfectly dull grey day. Rain was marching monotonously from the downspout right outside the window over her dollhouse. It was spring break. No preschool. The hours felt exceedingly long. We were supposed to be on our way to Costco, the only thing I had planned for the day. Hal was using my legs as a slide with her purple owl in her lap. My legs aren’t long. They’re worse than short. She must have slid 1000 times before she used them briefly as a pillow then back to sliding. My face, it was planted firmly into my phone. Read more

Lemon Poppyseed Macaroons | @thefauxmartha

I hesitate to use the word healthy to describe anything. It means a lot of different things to different people. And it has meant a lot of different things to me in my short life. I used to think there was no place for healthy desserts. It was probably after the “decadent” fat-free chocolate cake I made in college that made me think so. We all choked that one down. Sadly, it’s still my legacy to some. Read more

Quick Pickled Vegetables | @thefauxmartha

Sometimes I catch myself under the glassy glow of the strung lights, in wide open space, sitting at a table at least a mile long. We’re eating vegetables that I grew and canned last season. It’s dusk. The wind doesn’t blow here. Our steps are deliberate and the place settings are perfectly imperfect. The linens have been pressed and the food never grows cold. That’s when I trip over a booby trap, a little landmine Hallie set up before nap time. Expletive. I nearly drop my phone, losing my place on my Instagram feed—where the daydream started.  Read more

Blackberry Cream Puffs | @thefauxmartha

Right out of college, my mom got me the piping set from my Christmas list. I saved the little paper booklet from the box with the cream puff recipe. Though I intended to use the set for icing practice, I wanted to make profiteroles first. For a New Years Eve party. I arrived with my first homemade baguette too. I’ve always been the life of the party.  Read more

20-minute Tomato Soup | @thefauxmartha

I’ve only recently started listening to podcasts. It’s in direct correlation with taking better care of myself this year—both my mind and my body. Running again has carved out time for podcasts. It’s making me smarter. And more fit too. (I hope.) I oscillate between listening to The Splendid Table, A Couple Cooks, and Food Blogger Pro. I’m certain there are extra calories associated with food podcasts. Read more