Some things are better left a mystery. It’s best not to know how many grams of fat are in a really good Pina Colada.
You mean to tell me that I get to walk into a grocery store these days and choose between soft ripe peaches, juicy strawberries, big-ol raspberries AND fresh corn on the cob!
A Working List of Things We Do With Food We stir it, mix it, fry it, and flip it. Whisk it. Beat it.
Happy weekend-ing! I’m think I have what can only be described as a wind-blown sunburn. You’d think after 34 years I’d know the limitations of my pale, un-yielding, un-tanning skin.
We can’t let these gorgeously warm, mostly steamy, sunshine-y days go by without sitting on our stoops, waving away lazy mosquitos, and enjoying an ice cold, condensation-sweaty glass of something cold.
I spend a good amount of time in everybody’s way in the produce section at the grocery store. I’m known to stand and stare for a few too many minutes at the piles of gorgeous fresh tomatoes and heaps of garlic heads.
Remember my Summer Bucket List? (How is your list coming along, BTW?) Well… I’m ticking them off. I’m super close to meeting my running goal of 7 miles AND to celebrate, I’ve decided to cross another goal off my list: making jelly filled doughnuts!
I’ve learned something very important about New Orleans… I’ve learned that there’s A LOT I don’t know about New Orleans.
Hello lovely friends! It’s Saturday night and I’m up past my bedtime. I’m binge watching TEDTalks while binge eating chocolate covered sunflower seeds.
Do I have anything in my teeth? Actually, don’t answer that. I know I have corn and cilantro pesto from nose to chin.
When I was a kid, you couldn’t pay me to eat parsley. Actually. That’s not entirely true. You could have paid me in candy bars to eat parsley… but no one was doing that… that would have been a dream come true.
I have this tooth whistle. One of my teeth, maybe it’s two… in combination with my tongue and the letter ‘s’… it whistles.
Hello and happy holiday weekend, friends! Are you still decked out in red, white, and blue? Do you still have a sparkler in you hand?
COM•PLI•MENT // noun // a polite expression of praise or admiration. COMPLIMENT CLUB, it would follow, is a group of people whom actively, enthusiastically, sincerely, and frequently offer words of praise to the people around them.
There’s something people don’t tell you about Costa Rica: time slows (almost) all the way dooowwwnn.
I wonder if tastebud tastes are inherited. If so… I inherited my love (let’s go ahead and call it an obsession) with chocolate and peanut butter from my mother.
The night sky in New Orleans turns a dusty shade of pink during a summer thunderstorm. The lightening brightens everything with light and contrast and I always hold my breath for the crack of thunder.
I can just smell the campfire now. I can feel that tinge of burn in my eyes from the smoke, and I can hear the John Denver.
BUCKET LIST buck•et list (noun): a number of experiences or achievements that a person hopes to have accomplished during their lifetime.
I always wanted a ponytail. A pony ail I could position extra high on my head with hair long enough to cascade down to my shoulders, cheerleader-style, youthful, bouncy.