Do you all watch Scandal? I rarely watch TV, but I found Scandal on Netflix the other day and I’m hooked.
I just realized that my blog is four years (minus three days) old, which means that Cookie must be about six years old.
Today is just not my day. One of those days when every earnest attempt at productivity is slowed by unforeseen circumstances.
I have a bunny problem. In late January, I moved from a beautiful, busy shopping area to a sleepy Kansas neighborhood that we might as well call Bunnyville.
I headed home from Minneapolis in my rumbling Honda yesterday morning. Once my iPhone directed me through the tangle of Minneapolis highways, I zoomed straight south on I-35 through countless Midwestern farms.
Hello from Minneapolis! I’m in town with King Arthur Flour’s Bake For Good Tour. Yesterday, Susan taught us how to bake yeasted bread and pies (my first pie ever!
I’m writing this post at my desk, which overlooks a barren square of backyard that is partitioned from the neighbors’ equally yellowed yards with chain-link fence.
Happy Friday, friends. I’m buzzing with ideas after brunch (and entirely too much coffee) with the fine bloggers behind Gimme Some Oven and Minimalist Baker.
When asked what I do for a living, my response lately has been, “I’m a food blogger,” which is usually met with an eyebrow raise.
I hit a wall last week, figuratively speaking. I’ve been so utterly consumed with projects on my to-do list that I’ve neglected the basic necessities.
Welcome to the redesigned cookieandkate.com! I’m not quite finished working on it, but I couldn’t stand to keep it in hiding for any longer.
Good news! Cookie got her bandage off yesterday. Just a few more long days with the cone around her head.
I’m mad at these muffins. Mad because they took me three tries to get just right yesterday. Mad because the third variation turned out so well that I filled my belly with muffins before I went to bed last night.
Cookie and I have been visiting the vet three times a week lately. We don’t mind the excursion. The girls behind the desk are fun to be around and Cookie loves the attention.
Other potential titles for this post included, “Three of my favorite things” or “Recipes I’ve Been Meaning to Tell You About”.
Dear Friends, Cookie and I are struggling get our acts together over here. Cookie is sporting her new, larger “cone of shame”.
Thank you all so much for your concern about Cookie. If her graceful three-legged leaps off the couch and romps through the snow are any indication, she is on the mend.
(I’ll get to the recipes in a minute.) Cookie got hurt this weekend. My worst fear about moving to this house came true when she raced out of my new front door toward the nearest busy street.
True or false: this week has been a doozy. It has definitely been a doozy for my circle of friends. I don’t know what is in the air or the stars, but the week has been oddly ripe for health procedures and boy drama.
Afternoon forecast: too many decisions up in the air. I stayed up to an ungodly hour last night trying to plan out what I need for my new [rent] house and where to put everything.