Last week we fought the moving blues with a galette, eating it amongst the half-packed boxes. Morale was low. Had there been an exit-earth-button, it would have been pressed a time or two. I’m being overly dramatic, but honestly, moving is a drag. I’m not telling you anything new. After it was all said and done, we decided movers probably hate moving more than we do. Read more
Angel Food Cake was on the on summer to-post list unlike the Lemonade. I crossed it off, and it felt surprisingly good. But not nearly as good as it felt to serve to my extended family after a 3-hour turned 8-hour road trip to the beach last weekend. Fourth of July traffic on the east coast is mighty nasty. Read more
There was a time when I liked my ice cream an unnatural shade of green, served in a cardboard container, purchased from the freezer isle of the grocery store. There was also a time I preferred neon orange macaroni made out of a blue box. Read more
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Sometimes when I say things like “holla” or “holla back youngin, woo woo!”, my husband reminds me I’m a 70 year old trapped in a 20-something year old body. The Martha Stewart Show was my favorite show in college. He may be on to something. Read more
It feels like spring! Even if only for a couple days. The first batch of ice cream of the season has been churned. And since been blended into a cookies and cream milkshake. My skin is wrinkling at the corner of my eyes and my lips are stretched far across my face. Ahhh, it’s getting warmer outside! I’m all smiles. Since things are heating up around here, it’s time to do some celebrating with a giveaway. Read more
This is the first cake, cake, with layers and frosting, I’ve made since we’ve moved to Connecticut. I’ve been in a funk. Read more
Valentine’s Day is a trade-off in our house. One year I plan. The next year he plans. It’s romantic, I promise. We have yet to talk about it this year though. I’m hoping that means it’s his turn. But just in case, I’ll have s’mores ready. They have a sweet spot in our hearts.
The turkey’s in the oven filled with cranberry walnut stuffing. I snuck in some kale. Shhh, don’t tell. The green bean casserole is prepped. Cranberries are crackling on the stove. The rolls are rising. And my dad is smoking the other turkey outside in the Texas snow. You read that right. Texas snow! It’s a Christmas miracle no doubt. Read more
