If I were to offer you any unsolicited advice worth taking it would be: live in a city with a sandwich.
Hello my dears, I’m often surprised at how often I have to redefine what balance looks like to me. This week was no different.
Oooh oooh, all the ways we’ve come to enjoy cake. We can stack it high and chocolate frost it. We can top it with candles and light it on fire.
Hello sweet friends and welcome to Sunday! The Japanese magnolias are in bloom in New Orleans, making the city even that much more magical!
There’s a short list of things that I can eat by the gallon full and I’m here to swing my arms in the air and tell you this is iiiittt!
Hello dearhearts, It’s been a wallop of a week for me between exciting work projects, trying relationships, and deeply sad family loss.
I’m not going to tell you that these are the world’s best oatmeal cookies. I won’t tell you that this is the only recipe you’ll ever need until the end of time.
New Orleans is a city, yes – but it’s also a spirit, a feeling, and a force. This past week the entire city had their hands in the air and their feet dancing across the ground in thanks and celebration for our very being, for our wildness, for the brokenness, for the wholeness, for the rain that fell, and the sun that surprised us all come Tuesday.
Everyday is a series of events that I talk myself into, shadowed by a series of events that I have talked myself out of.
I was just sitting here thinking of the maybe one time I’ve gotten chocolate and flowers on Valentine’s Day.
Hello my friends! What sort of spirits are you in this Sunday? Are you foggy from Mari Gras madness (though if you’re within 75 miles of New Orleans I don’t think you’ll be getting to this post until Wednesday )?
One of the essential attributes of a bonafide New Orleans homebody is a well-equipped home bar and a humble bit of cocktail curiosity.
Hello Sunday Friends! Welcome to this fine day. Rest. Let’s take in some good rest. It’s been a busy week at The Bakehouse with a floral workshop and a King Cake making workshop and somehow tonight the dishes are mostly done and put away and there’s only a hint of glitter still on the floor.
Here’s the thing: when my brain convinces me that I need a homemade doughnut, it’s not telling me that I need a dozen homemade doughnuts.
Happy Sunday sweet friends! Welcome to another fine weekend! I’ve had a busy week testing recipes for the blog and somehow managing to cut three of the five fingers on my left hand.
I still lose my way sometimes. Big time. I’ve been in New Orleans for, what is it… four years now? It just takes one unexpectedly closed road (and it happens all the time) and all of a sudden I’m thisway and thatway and all sorts of turned around.
s Hello dear friends. Happy Sunday. I hope this finds you ready and fortified to face another day. Well… have a cup of coffee first.
So much of our kitchen experience involves throwing parts of food into the trashcan, right? I hate that part.
The real truth is, I’ve just eaten far more cookies than I need and I’m sitting on the couch watching what is commonly known as the BEST episode of The Office EVER: Dinner Party – Season 4, Episode 9.
Making soup means you have some time. Some time and some fire. Question… what’s going on with this Instant Pot?