Kev always says this to me. “What is now, will not always be, Mel.” “But Kev, I’m serious,” I say, “I’m never moving from this house.” I hate it when he says it. It’s like he knows me better than I know myself, like he sees something I can’t see yet. It’s like he’s trying the shake the unsteady ground I built for myself with a pile of permanent claims that might not be so permanent. The longer I’ve lived with Kev, the more space I’ve given myself to be unsure about it, sometimes, about it all. Read more

2016 Last Minute Gift Guide | @thefauxmartha

It’s annual Gift Guide time. In true fashion, it’s last minute and preceeded by a post professing my Grinchy-ness about the over abundance of this holiday. It usually takes making these gift guides for me to get in the spirit of giving thoughtfully and minimally. This year, we have gift guides for the person who works from home, the coffee lover, the dinner maker, and the threenager. I’ve placed an asterik* next to all the things we own. (They’re tested and loved!) For more ideas, check out years past: 2015, 2014, 2013, 2012 and Edible Gifts (add Homemade Nutella and Molly’s Chocolate Halva Spread to the list too).  Read more

Gift Guide | @thefauxmartha

If you’re related to me, stop reading. Especially you, Hallie (the twonager). Your Christmas gift is below. I’m teaming up with Giftry again this year to inspire your last minute holiday gift buying, and hopefully eliminate all the stress (minus the wrapping). I’ve got lists for the Copper Shopper, the Pizzaiolo (pizza chef), the Plaid Lover, the Mixologist, the Stocking Stuffer, and the Twonager. If you’re not already familiar with Giftry, they are a gift giving and list making app. So when your mom, mother-in-law, sister, mister, and brother ask you for gift ideas, you make a Giftry wish list. Send that same list to each of them. Make them create one too. (I’m talking to you, Mom.) When the gift is bought, mark as purchased. No more wandering aimlessly around the mall or spending hours in the return line post Christmas. Save time. Make christmas cookies instead. And download Giftry. Read more

His and Hers Brilliant Bikes | @thefauxmartha

You may remember the Balsamic Pasta post a couple months back. It was more about marriage than it was about a recipe. It was about how we forgot to have fun together—a simple revelation that we came by the hard way. We found that carefree fun again between a couple of red paddles and a ping pong table from Craigslist. We also found it after renting bikes to trek around the city with out-of-town friends. Afterwards, we decided a set of wheels would be another good investment in usBrilliant sent over his and hers bikes. (Thank you Brilliant!) We’re in love. On all fronts. Read more

kid friendly compostable table setting

There might have been a time or two when you’ve wondered why I call myself the faux. Well, wonder no longer. Here’s an faux idea! We’re setting a Kid-Friendly Compostable Table for the holidays this year. Some may call it a major faux pas. I’m not even embarrassed about it. The idea came to me while at Ikea. A craft paper holder filled with a roll of paper was sitting on top of a dining table. I wanted to run home immediately (see video for visual reference) and affix it to the underneath side of our table. I’d cover the table in a new roll of paper every day. Kind of like the exam table at the doctor’s office. Gross, Melissa. Hallie would color and spill all over it. And I’d be happy about it.

I nixed the permanence of the roll. It’ll fit in our buffet just fine, and we won’t lose knee-space at the table. However, we’ll still be covering our table in craft paper and using compostable plates and silverware come Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner. Because we have a tiny toddler, and I want her to enjoy it as much as the rest of us. Do I even need to mention how great clean-up will be two days out of the year?!  Read more

Baby's first birthday cake sweetened with maple syrup, low sugar from The Fauxmartha

Monday’s are much too frequent these days. Somehow 52 of them have passed, and I have a 1 year old. During bath times I always say to Hal, “Remember your first bath when you were teeny tiny, and this towel nearly swallowed you whole?” She looks at me with a smirk—that I know when she’s 10 will be accompanied with rolled eyes—like, “Mom, stop it. I’m a big girl.” Where did this 8 tooth, food loving, sassy lady come from? Read more

Moving Kitchen Care Package | The Fauxmartha

It’s a given. Moves never go as planned. You can count on it. Many moves later, and I still haven’t learned my lesson. Here we are, sitting in our new-to-us empty apartment two weeks post move, and I feel compelled to write this post on my slower than molasses, 7 year old, barely breathing laptop. If not for you, for me. Though, I’m never doing another major move again. Our belongings were scheduled to arrive Saturday at the very latest. It’s Monday, and now they’re telling us the truck will, knock on wood, arrive Thursday. Thankfully, the Twin Cities house the nicest people, and a few new friends lent us some goods to get by. Sure, we could go out and buy a couple things in the interim, but since we just purged, acquiring more stuff makes my insides ill. If we could turn back time, we would have mailed ourselves a kitchen care package as we had planned (per the recommendation of a friend). And here’s what we would have packed.

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Hallie's Room | The Fauxmartha

Remember that time I was going to start posting to Fauxmama? Well, I got cold feet about posting anything besides recipes. I’m a food blog. But I’m now also a mom. And mom’s love to share what works and what doesn’t since there’s no manual out there on operating these little pieces of machinery. But I felt far too faux to post anything to this mom space. While I love my little bean more than anything (and stay up late gawking at videos and pictures from the earlier months while she sleeps), the transition into motherhood has been rough. Most days I don’t have a clue what I’m doing. But I guess I started this blog when I didn’t have a real clue about baking. In case you ever wondered where the name came from—there you go. I’m so, so faux. Read more

 
 
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