Pizza is a highly personal affair, isn’t it? Seems like everyone has strong opinions about the subject.
Raise your hand if you’re ready for breakfast tacos! I don’t know about you, but I get a little giddy at the mere mention of breakfast tacos.
Hi, my name’s Kate, and I am a chronic over-stuffer. I recognized the theme while I was making these salad wraps last night.
Last week, when I asked what you all are craving this summer, you responded with overwhelming enthusiasm for fresh summer fruits and vegetables.
I need another cup of coffee. I need a vacation. I need something interesting to write about today. All I’ve got are cucumber cocktails.
These gorgeous little ruby red plums are extra sweet because they were hand-picked by friends. Jordan and her husband have an enormous plum tree in their front yard, which hasn’t yielded much fruit in years’ past, but this year is different.
Are you stuck on the slow summer wavelength, too? Let’s embrace it. Let’s sit in the shade and watch the sun go down.
Do you remember those “choose your own adventure” books from childhood? The books that let you choose how the story proceeds, with each option presenting different potential outcomes?
This post is brought to you by Président Cheese. When it comes to salads, I’ve come a long way. I used to be a super picky salad eater.
My mom’s side of the family gets together every Fourth of July for a family reunion. Each year, we meet up at our cousins’ lake house for some totally classic Independence Day activities.
Thank you all for being you. I didn’t mean to stir up concern with my last post. I appreciate your reassurances, though.
If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. That’s what my mom always told me (maybe yours said the same).
An earthquake interrupted my slumber early this morning. In my dreams, I was jogging along a winding, foggy forest path with friends while in reality, a 4.2-magnitude quake was rumbling up to my parents’ house.
Drumroll, please. I got Cookie’s DNA test results back yesterday! This funny mutt of mine is half schipperke (called it!
My friends and I are going glamping this weekend. That is, glam camping. The guys initially wanted to rough it in the woods, but us ladies slowly turned it into a comfortable cabin-at-the-lake-with-a-full-kitchen-and-a-clean-toilet situation.
This week has been a doozy. Big decisions have been clamoring for my verdict and, as usual, I’ve been struggling to make up my mind.
My refrigerator shelves are one knock away from an avalanche. I have plastic wrap-covered bowls of leftover sorghum stacked precariously on top of pickle jars and have snatched a falling jar of precious pine nuts from mid-air at least twice.
Memorial Day weekend snuck up on me again. Do you all have big plans? I hope so. I’m imagining that you will be gallivanting around a lake, perhaps sipping cocktails on a yacht or at minimum, sipping clinking drinks on a patio whilst rocking a pair of white skinny jeans.
I feel good this morning. I haven’t felt so hot for the past few days, so I noticed. I’m not sure if my ambiguous symptoms have been caused by allergies or a bug, but!
In case naming my blog after my dog didn’t automatically qualify me as a crazy dog lady, I did something even more extreme the other day.