Mirrors. They’re in the strawberries and the Piña Coladas. They’re in the lesson on gratitude to a crying 4-year-old in the Target parking lot. They’re in the garden, and in the new strands of color in my hair, too. Mirrors—they’re everywhere. Read more

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

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

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

Chocolate Cookie Cake from The Fauxmartha

“On our 10th anniversary, we should get a canoe,” I said to Kev just before getting married. Here we are, living in the land of 10,000 lakes on our 10th anniversary, and a canoe seems like the most accurate prophesy as to where life would take us. We were living in Dallas at the time (a canoe-less place), getting ready to move to Chicago for his graduate program when I said this. I’m not sure where the canoe idea came from.
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Easy summer dessert Blackberry Bourbon Fool from The Fauxmartha

When Hal (age 4.5) goes to the library, she adds books to the bag as if she were the first person in line at a bustling estate sale. First come, first serve. We always manage to go to the library at an off time, so her biggest competition is a nearby baby gnawing at the corner of a board book. I cut her off when the bag gets too heavy to hold. She scans the books, and we’re back in the car before the leftover air conditioned air feels like heat.  Read more