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 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…
Sunday dinner was a big deal growing up. After church you eat a full meal. Main dish! Sides! Dessert! No nonsense. Even now my grandma will ask, “But who do you eat Sunday dinner with?!” And I usually tell her that my Sundays are normally full of brunch, bike rides, and rarely a big sit-down lunch with family in church clothes followed by dessert, coffee, and naps. This last Sunday was different though. I made a…
I learned that it’s not the best idea to grab a dog treat mid-run and put it in your pants pocket. Chances are you’ll forget to give it to the pup and will just launder it, ya know? I learned that storing a twinkie pan on the stairs is a bad idea. Especially when carrying laundry because then you’ll most definitely not see that pan and it’ll be a banana peel slip and fall situation. I…
These buns are a burger clue. And for those of you who are anti-beet you’ll be all, “Thank god you can’t taste those earthy fuschia jerks.” Mostly (2nd clue alert) I needed a bright bun for a khaki burger to come. I know I’m not selling this future burger, but beware… it’s been called the Lady Gaga of burgers. It’s a punch in the face with flavor. It’s good. So… get ready for it later this…
Sometimes it feels weird to listen to Tegan & Sara while your landlord fixes the thermostat. Sometimes it’s more weird for your heat to go out like 5 times though in a few months! But the truth is Elliot really loves the landlord? Almost as much as this one plumber from a long time ago. I don’t know what it was about that dude! Elliot ran laps of the apartment! Maybe he was a plumber…
Please try to ignore that little dent in the top of the loaf where I tried to flick it for that “hollow” sound and just flicked the hell out of it. Please try to ignore the fact that I can easily take down a loaf of bread in a single lady household. Please make this as soon as you possibly can. You see, I like to slice a homemade loaf, and package it up in…