What does it mean if you want to add googly eyes to everything? What if peeps be thinking that these specific eyeballs are creepy? What if my first thought was that it was more funny than weird, but maybe I don’t know things?! Time to read some confidence-building Pinterest quotes amiright?! Let’s cross-stitch this on a pillow and post it in in our quotes board and call it a DAY: These taste like pie, so…
You guys! For real! Listen to this song while you stir this simmering jam. I promise that the combination of this song, the stirring, and the color of this jam that everything will be ok. Do yourself a favor and make some biscuits for with it. You’ll probably sit down to breakfast and eat two with your brie and mushroom scramble. You’ll probably eat one more afterword for dessert. You might turn one into a watermelon slice…
I like a little bit of consistency in life. I just like knowing there will always be blue cheese crumbles at the Whole Foods salad bar even if sometimes they only have fake chicken and no grated zucchini. I like to know that I’ve got party supplies in my desk at work in case I bring cookies in and need to put heart napkins out. I like to know that without a doubt ice cream…
Stephanie at Girl Versus Dough is having a baby! A girl! And if this isn’t a reason to put rhubarb in everything to make it ladylike and pink, I don’t know what is. So let’s make this lemonade and toast to Stephanie and the future little lady in her life. This lemonade could easily be frozen into ice pops. It could just as easily be mixed with vodka (not right now, Stephanie) for sipping in…
There was a dark time in my life where I didn’t like French toast. I’d had too many soggy, weird, egg-y situations. Even out on the town, it was disapointment-ville. BUT then I learned the secret. A combo of using stale (homemade) bread that will keep it’s cool when under pressure or submerged in liquid AND, secondly, infusing the milk. Why dunk your bread in plain old milk, when you can infuse it with a…
I took a sip of this on the rocks and it was trouble. Boozie Susan, ya know? The tartness of the rhubarb shines through. But mix this with some club soda, a little bit of vanilla bean and lemon or berries, and you’re set. The perfect spring-time drink. Not too sweet, and not too boozy (tasting). I let this sit a few days extra. The strawberries turn into zombies and the vodka turns the perfect…
The fact that I can find rhubarb is a major spring clue. You see the constant chilly wind and rain that’s been happening in the mitten is making it feel much more like early fall than bike-riding, ice cream-eating, patio beer, weather. But, rhubarb gives me hope. So yesterday, I opened my windows and made these mini pop tarts in an attempt to get spring to hurry up and get here! If you’re feeling casual,…
I recently learned that peaches and raspberries baked together is called Melba. What a lovely name! What a lovely thought! I think that strawberry and rhubarb should have a name for their fruit friendship. They’re BFFs too, ya know. (Best Fruit Frends Forever.) Strawberry rhubarb pie and cinnamon rolls are my BFFs. Because of this fact, I’ve been thinking about how to combine these desserts for weeks. Consider this their love child. It’s true love.…
My mom was in town last weekend! So I made sure to take her to my favorite places. We went to Taqueria Lupita’s for dinner for carnitas tacos and then walked down to La Gloria Bakery for churros and the cutest cookies ever. (I can’t wait to go back to try their pork tamales!) We went to Eastern Market on Saturday morning for strawberries and rhubarb to make pie! We couldn’t resist the daffodils either. For dinner I used some…
Sometimes pie makes me nervous and that’s a shame. I’m excited though because the July 5th Pie Party totally motivated me to make this lovely pie! You see, this party is happening to encourage people to just make pie and not worry about it being perfect. No drama. So, it’s time to just make pies and to love them just the way they are! (Like Mark Darcy and Bridget Jones! …anyone?) My mom is a pie…