Can you call it a charcuterie board if there’s no meat on the board? If the cheese on the board is baked into crunchy, delicious bites? If it’s made up mostly of summer’s bounty? I’m claiming the faux on this one and calling it a Summer Charcuterie Board, whether I should or not. Because it’s easy like summer and pretty like a charcuterie board. Read more

Menu Boards for the Home with The Fauxmartha

The rhythm of the school year is about to play again. The rhythm that keeps us slightly more confined than the loose beat of summer. And with that change comes a tighter deadline on dinner. It requires a bit more forethought and planning, too—some of my least favorite tasks. Even still, meal planning seems to be the only thing that makes dinner time work well in our house. To that end, we installed a 90lb. vintage chalkboard on the dining room wall to keep a record of the weekly meal plan. I’m a visual processor, so a plan only works when seen. If you too are like me, here’s a couple beautiful, doable ideas for adding a menu board to your home. Insider tip: Look for inspiration at cafés. Read more

DIY Wedding Cake from The Fauxmartha

Two years ago, almost to the day, my sister and I made my brother’s wedding cake for over 200 people. We said I do to making cake for over 200 people. It’s as crazy and foolish as it sounds. However, we built in some fool proof buffers to keep the catastrophes at bay, which is why I’m sharing this DIY Wedding Cake with you—in case you too find yourself saying I do foolishly. Practice safe wedding cake making, friends. Read more

Stonyfield Farm Tour by The Fauxmartha

I’m going to start this post with a cliché, a big no no. But clichés are clichés for a reason. At the end of July, I went on the Stonyfield Farm Tour. It was life changing. (There’s the cliché.) If life were a video game or card table with a 500 piece puzzle on it, I feel like I just collected a couple important puzzle pieces to move on to the next level. Do you have those times in your life? When you’re waiting on something, not exactly sure what. And when you find it, or in this case, experience it, you know it’s going to be life-bending.
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Tex-Mex Side Salad from The Fauxmartha

When your work revolves around cooking, you have the ability to look at holes in your own dinner menu and develop a recipe to fill that need. One of those holes on my list—a light Tex-Mex Side Salad. Because most nights I’m like, “Should we have Tex-Mex or Tex-Mex?”  Read more

My favorite reusable food storage from The Fauxmartha

There’s a couple rules of the trail. One of them—leave no trace. I know this from Kev, who likes to backpack. There’s a deep respect of the land when you get that high up, that somehow loses its translation this low down. It’s convenient down here. Maybe too convenient? We never meant to build that trash heap. But like the sci-fi landscape in WALL-E or the ominous pages of May’s National Geographic, we seem to have built a mighty large heap. I know this from personal experience. Tuesday’s. Trash day. My trail—where I roll the recycling, organics, and trash bin from the garage to the end of the driveway.  Read more

Holding a Strawberry Slab Pie from The Fauxmartha

This is an ode to Martha Stewart who taught us that stamping patterns in your pie is a very good thing. I fell in love with her in high school. I was well before my time. And by well before my time, I mean, I was interested in domestic things like kneading rolls and making banana bread long before domestication (adulthood). My friends never really called me cool, but they often called me Martha or Betty Crocker.  Read more

Job Opening The Fauxmartha

Thank you for the warm responses on yesterday’s post, The Horse Named Hustle. I love the conversation going on over there and imagine more conversations will bloom from it, like the idea of trying to have it all. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, thank you for being here. Thank you for contributing some of your life to mine. It’s life giving and shaping to me. As promised, here we go. This is like trying to clumsily say fiancé out loud for the first time or buying your first house. Am I adult enough for all of this? Of course not. In that same vein, I can’t believe I’m saying this. I’m hiring. A left brain to be exact. If you know of someone that would be a great fit, would you pass this along? Or, if this position sounds like a good fit for you, consider applying. Details below. Read more