I’ve been experimenting with baking alternatives lately. I don’t want anyone to miss out on baked doughnuts or chocolate chip waffles because they can’t eat / don’t like / won’t stand for eggs, wheat flour, or dairy.
I made this chocolate cake with peanut butter buttercream, chopped toffee, and sea salt…. and then I shrugged my shoulders.
Soup is my barometer. Soup tells me how much a restaurant cares about the details of their dishes. It’s not the daily fish special or the fanciest steak on the menu that can tell you everything about a restaurants menu… all of the details and love and care (if they are there) are in the soup.
That first bite of doughnut… that very first taste is success, surrender, satisfaction, joy, and celebration all wrapped up into one bite.
Welcome! Here we are, all up in another Monday. Before we get bogged down by the possibly overwhelming details of the day, here are a few tips to get us through the day and set us up for the week.
I’m thankful for this weekend. I walked to the farmer’s market to get tomatoes and peaches while the gettin’ is still good, found a still-warm crusty loaf of bread to compliment the produce, and treated myself to fresh chèvre and farm eggs.
Some might say that you haven’t lived until you’ve had a muffuletta sandwich at its birthplace: Central Grocery in New Orleans.
I’m not the meatiest of carnivores. I’m in it for the toppings. I’m most interested in a steak when it is topped with a ludicrous amount of A-1 sauce and/or bleu cheese.
Some things change: the city I live in / the friends I visit on a lazy weekend / the view from my living room window / my mega longing for California Mexican food / the frequency with which I eat fried oyster po’boys.
Hi my friends! Can we talk for just a moment about how great it feels to get a fresh pair of gym shoes?
I’m taking my time getting to know New Orleans. There’s so much to learn about the food culture here.
I wish there was some sort of Willy Wonka-style candy factory that produced savory avocado delights instead of candy.
This is a safe place. This is the place you can openly admit to watching Bachelor In Paradise and eating chocolate chips for dinner.
Hello my friends! We’re in it, aren’t we? Are these the dog days of summer? I hope you’re taking it easy this weekend.
Happy Friday, my friends! It’s August and I’ve never been so hot. I think my brain might be boiling.
It would seem as though I’m trying to drink my way through the rainbow, lemonade style. First there was bright red with Beet Lemonade.
It would probably be best to enjoy this sweet Apricot Buttermilk Pie with a big floppy hat, a Scarlett O’Hara inspired dress, some sort of lavish front porch, a glass of iced tea, and a slow-drawl Southern accent.
We’ve made it to Friday which means that hopefully there’s some sort of kicking off of our shoes in the very near future.
I collect two things, nail polish and cookbooks. Ironically, I don’t always have my nails done and I certainly don’t cook every recipe from this massive collection.
I’m the most dangerous person at your dinner party. I’m the one that lingers near the Deviled Eggs at a party.