When my grandparents came to visit as a kid, they’d always sleep in my room. I wouldn’t let my mom take the sheets off after they left. Their smell. I wanted it to last, and the sheets seemed to hold it the longest. I’d cry when it no longer smelled like them but rather me. Read more
Hello from the land of dirty diapers, cold meals, few showers, and short nap times. We’re slowly digging our way out of the blur that is life with a newborn and trying to establish a new normal which seems to change by the day. Despite the aforementioned, we’re absolutely in love with our little babe. She’s so sweet and already flashing us gummy grins and raspy coos. She’s nonstop motion and loves to hold her head up on her own—a little too independent for her own good. She looks exactly like her daddy. We still haven’t figured out who her mom is yet. Kidding. Not kidding. If nothing else, she has my appetite, which lately consists of a very healthy (daily) dose of granola—the last granola recipe I’ll ever make. 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
I started writing a meaningful post about hard work vs. instant gratification. But let’s cut to the chase. Croissants are hard work. About as much work as writing this recipe. Which has taken me days and left me wordless. Instant gratification sounds awfully nice at the moment.
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
I’ve been toting around the tagline made from scratch for a couple years. But it didn’t feel right until now. Homemade marshmallows have been mastered. This wasn’t my first rodeo though. A couple summers ago I made them (different recipe) and forced them down my poor family’s throat. They were entirely ho-hum. As was my reputation and dream of roasting homemade marshmallows around the campfire.