I’m not going to tell you that these are the world’s best oatmeal cookies. I won’t tell you that this is the only recipe you’ll ever need until the end of time.
New Orleans is a city, yes – but it’s also a spirit, a feeling, and a force. This past week the entire city had their hands in the air and their feet dancing across the ground in thanks and celebration for our very being, for our wildness, for the brokenness, for the wholeness, for the rain that fell, and the sun that surprised us all come Tuesday.
Everyday is a series of events that I talk myself into, shadowed by a series of events that I have talked myself out of.
I was just sitting here thinking of the maybe one time I’ve gotten chocolate and flowers on Valentine’s Day.
Hello my friends! What sort of spirits are you in this Sunday? Are you foggy from Mari Gras madness (though if you’re within 75 miles of New Orleans I don’t think you’ll be getting to this post until Wednesday )?
One of the essential attributes of a bonafide New Orleans homebody is a well-equipped home bar and a humble bit of cocktail curiosity.
Hello Sunday Friends! Welcome to this fine day. Rest. Let’s take in some good rest. It’s been a busy week at The Bakehouse with a floral workshop and a King Cake making workshop and somehow tonight the dishes are mostly done and put away and there’s only a hint of glitter still on the floor.
Here’s the thing: when my brain convinces me that I need a homemade doughnut, it’s not telling me that I need a dozen homemade doughnuts.
Happy Sunday sweet friends! Welcome to another fine weekend! I’ve had a busy week testing recipes for the blog and somehow managing to cut three of the five fingers on my left hand.
I still lose my way sometimes. Big time. I’ve been in New Orleans for, what is it… four years now? It just takes one unexpectedly closed road (and it happens all the time) and all of a sudden I’m thisway and thatway and all sorts of turned around.
s Hello dear friends. Happy Sunday. I hope this finds you ready and fortified to face another day. Well… have a cup of coffee first.
So much of our kitchen experience involves throwing parts of food into the trashcan, right? I hate that part.
The real truth is, I’ve just eaten far more cookies than I need and I’m sitting on the couch watching what is commonly known as the BEST episode of The Office EVER: Dinner Party – Season 4, Episode 9.
Making soup means you have some time. Some time and some fire. Question… what’s going on with this Instant Pot?
You know what’s all the rage? Food blogging. Wait… right? This week marks the 10th year that I’ve showed up in this humble space as Joy the Baker.
Hello friends! What’s good? I’ll tell ya what? New Orleans is seeing some slightly warmer days this weekend, it’s the start of Mardi Gras, I’ve just popped a King Cake in the oven, and I’ve already decided which cocktail I’m going to enjoy when I head to dinner tonight.
Here’s what I know about pizza. • It is the best food, the Lord’s work, the most important combination of ingredients that ever was. • I’ll eat any pizza, good or bad, cooked from frozen, cold and leftover. • Everyday is a negotiation of when and where I will eat pizza again. • Pizza is better with friends as long as there is enough pizza for everyone. • It truly is amazing the things you can turn into pizza.
What a time to be alive. End end of the year is full of feeling. I find myself looking back at the past few years feeling satisfied and proud, wondering what-if, staring strong at situations I could have been better in.
We all deserve a pat on the back and a clink of the glasses come December 31st. Another year. Another WHOLE year in the books.
It’s rolling into the very early hours of Christmas Eve on the west coast and I’m tucked in my old bedroom at my parent’s house (it’s now my dad’s office where I’m sleeping on an air mattress) eating takeout Thai food, gathering our links for Sunday reading.