Things that make me happy: Elliot, brunch, NAPS, metallic shoes, pink Christmas trees, silver Christmas trees, mini Christmas trees and boozy milkshakes. So when Maker’s Mark contacted me and was all “Hey girl, want to make an eggnog cocktail with fancy bourbon?!” I responded with a super profesh-ish, “Hell yeah.” Or something like that. When I think of eggnog, I think of it kinda as drinking an ice cream base. Which is weird of me,…
I made this snack cake in 2010! When I first moved into the flat I live in now. Life is completely different now (hell yes), but this cake (and Elliotto) have stayed awesome. SO! Since I made this cake before, I’ve dealt with a broken fridge, mini ant families x 3, flooding through my windows, flooding in the basement, quit one job, got another one, cut my hair, fell off my bike, broke probably like…
I made these a couple weeks ago. Since then, I’ve felt good, bad, tired, awake, tipsy, distracted, worried, fine, super happy, super anxious, lucky, weird, cold, hot, fast and slow. I invested in high-waisted pants because what if I died tomorrow?! I’d want to die in cute pants. I put some nail business on my credit card, ate sliders like cookies, drank pink wine, bonded with my mom, bought a “werk it” bracelet, slept to…
I’ve always been a bit whatever about oatmeal. I mean, those lil satchels with maple brown sugar goodness from my childhood? I’m kinda into those. But oatmeal served up adult-style? Nah. Until I tried making it with almond milk infused with a bit of vanilla, cinnamon and honey. THEN things changed for me. I’ve been making this basically every morning. I think my mom is probably totally proud. She’s always been an oatmeal-loving-lady. Ordering it…
Guys… I had the oldest banana burning a hole in my kitchen table. And the truth is, when it’s freezing out and there’s like a foot and a half of snow outside, the main answer is to warm up your house with baking AND to eat that goodness right out of the oven. So I had this for a snack and then chips and salsa for dinner, and I might’ve looked like a scrub all day…
I’ve been wanting to swirly-twirl braid up some cinnamon rolls for awhile. It’s way easier than fish-tail braiding hair. I mean, I assume so since I didn’t have to watch a youtube tutorial in order to get this dough swirled, twirled, and ready to head out on the town… That is, if “head out” means riding on a rainbow potholder on the floor of your car and “the town” is your boyfriend’s house. I’d recommend baking…
Eat 5 cinnamon rolls, drink 4 cups of coffee, take 3 naps, buy 2 more pairs of coated leggings for Beyonce-style napping/living, and have 1 sweater that you wear every single day. And now we just have 5 weekdays, 4 new pink vintage glasses, 3 runs, 2 concerts, and one burrito a day. Because you see it just takes 1 night (for the dough to rise), 1 morning (to casually roll these out), 1 person (who’s…
Here are some weirdo facts for ya. 1. I’m terrible at the dishes. You’d think living my life as a grown-up lady without a dishwasher for over 10 years that I’d have it together, but I don’t. I have to rewash stuff all the time. 2. When there’s a fly in the house I hold Elliot up and he catches it. Every time. He can catch flies, you guys. It’s like the dog skill equivalent…
I spent the weekend catching up on New Girl and couch napping. I ate breakfast for lunch and started a cinnamon roll diet. I thought about whether I have things in common with Tina Turner, walked around my favorite antique store for zen reasons, and then capped the weekend off with sushi and beers. But now it’s the work-week, and it’s ok because I’ve got these cinnamon rolls to see me through. I left a small pan of…
I don’t know when I stopped eating cereal… I think my mornings have gotten cut short in the breakfast department. The truth is, I’d rather have waffles anyway. And so I figured I should Sunday brunch it waffle-style and freeze a bunch for mornings during the week. Then I can toast them, cut them, dunk them, and eat them as casually as I would cereal, or a granola bar, or a yogurt parfait situation. I’m just…