This weekend I went out on a lake in a purple paddle boat, drank beers on a patio until the sun went down, and today I’m celebrating this blog turning two! In honor of hitting the two-year mark, I decided to re-make the first thing I ever made, photographed, and talked about on here. So here they are! Mini peanut butter cupcakes topped with chocolate fudge frosting and a mini peanut butter cup. You can’t go…
I eat this for dinner on the weekend. I’ve been eating it for months. I can’t stop. I’ve learned not to be impatient when roasting sweet potatoes. I’ve learned that salt in refried beans is a mistake. I’ve learned that I can’t live without Cholula hot sauce. This is the way I layer the goodness: Sometimes I share the sweet potatoes and avocado slices with Elliot. Sometimes I make one for Jake to bring to…
What you guys do when you’re cleaning the house? I listen to Lady Gaga (ow!) and dance around while Elliot raises his eyebrows at me. What do you guys do when you see a mini popsicle mold in the Target dollar section? I grab one and look around to see if everyone else is as excited as I am. They aren’t. What do you do when you have seven awesomely cute mini fudgesicles? I try…
Lately I’ve learned that it’s possible to get sunburned in the shade, that one can fall in love with an air conditioner, and mini cheesecakes are a 3-bite miracle. Milk chocolate cheesecake made with Belgian chocolate from Trader Joe’s is where it’s at. It makes this cheesecake the kind of thing you’ll take one bite of and then be surprised by how amazing it is. Not that I’m one to doubt chocolate, but jeez! My…
I wouldn’t choose White Chocolate as my my rapper name. I mean, white chocolate’s ok. I like it on things like pretzels or in a pumpkin cookie, but I’d never just say, “Toss me that white chocolate bunny, I want to eat its ears.” It just wouldn’t happen. But these guys make me totally appreciate white chocolate in a new way. Because, you see, these are pretty much white chocolate brownies with milk/dark chocolate chips.…
I need to get it together. The other day I got on the treadmill at the gym with my sunglasses on. Then I failed at installing an air conditioner in the window. And yesterday, I cooked chicken and then dropped it in the sink into a dirty cup. But when salads like this happen, I don’t feel as bad about messing stuff up. You see, this salad is a win. The goat cheese is crunchy…
It’s just not right to turn on the oven when it’s 90° out, and therefore 90° in my flat. I pushed through two oven-heating sides for our BBQ feast Monday; there was no way I was going to be able to make/eat the warm peach goodness I had in mind. But don’t worry, you guys! This is chilly granita tastes just like peach pie! You should probably make this next time you’re craving pie or…
My new little casserole dish came with a caddy to keep it from ever needing a pot holder. It’s as if it’s saying, “I don’t want to meet your daddy, I just want mac & cheese in my caddy.” … when it sings along with Outkast, that is. If you are at a loss as to what to pair with BBQ-ed goodness, this is the stuff. Put this on a plate with ribs/pulled pork/BBQ chicken/vegetarian…
Is it possible for there to be cake with a graham cracker crust? Is it bad that questions like these are always going through my mind? Ugh, I wish I had Willie Wonka’s digits. Until that cake thing happens, rest assured knowing that brownies with a graham cracker crust is a really good idea. Oh! These would be an awesome dessert for a picnic or BBQ or any fabulous outdoor food-filled party you’ve got goin’…
Sometimes I make moving announcements for my parents by sewing a line to a house with a heart on it. They moved on top of a bluff. It was only right. Sometimes my sister and her husband move soon after my parents. They moved into a blue house, and then painted it an awesome sage green. Don’t worry, when she mailed these out the house was blue. Unless she’s a liar. Once, I made honey…