It feels like surreal times. On more that one occasion I’ve been sitting alone, lost in thoughts that range from essential survival to entirely trivial, and had to squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head, letting some of the realities of our current times out of my brain.
Suzonne invited me over for Moussaka. I nodded my head yes… fairly certain that she was talking about food, absolutely sure she was a stellar cook, and very clear in the fact if someone was inviting me over for homemade dinner I would be there in a heartbeat.
Surely you’re coming to visit New Orleans this Winter! We’re here with the Gumbo warm and the bread fresh.
Here’s a little bonus to old age that they don’t tell you about: you start to enjoy some of the foods you once thought you hated. See: eggplant.
Just a girl from California in the Deep South during the first real freeze of the Winter. Some of my plants froze to plant popsicles and my heater is broken and I’ve layered every blanket my mom has knitted since 1995 atop my bed.
It seems all too easy for me, this time of year especially, to find my inner dialogue swirl around what I can and can’t eat… what I should and should not put in my body… clean food this / dirty food that… drink more water, eat more kale, for goodness sake STOP thinking about tater tots you heathen!
You know how some people have therapy dogs that they put charming little vests on and cart around to make their world, and really all of the world a better and more peaceful place?
We’re supposed to have clinked our champagne glasses, and dusted the dirt or flour off our hands as 2016 has come to an end.
I’ve had a visual in my mind the last two weeks of this heck of a year. It’s a horse, with me on it (imagine Beyoncé on a stallion and that’s me in my own mind), galloping fiercely towards the end of this year.
Not but three years ago I can remember stressing about what black dress I was going to shimmy into for New Years Eve.
Hello my friends! I hope this finds you having a joyous, memorable, and restful holiday weekend. I’m spending a short time in Los Angeles with my family, soaking up the quality time and taking in all the classic family stories like… the time I cried nonstop on a roadtrip from Northern California back south… the time my dad fell on my on a San Francisco bus and I was so deeply embarrassed I couldn’t deal… reminiscing about the purple casserole my mom made the one time and we’ll never let her live it down… you know, just the classics.
I know we’re busy- we’re at the end of one of those bonkers weeks (bonkers year, really!). I’m just stopping in with a few things you might add to your grocery list in case you’re anything like me and you’ve forgotten a gift or two.
We’re in the thick of it. We’re in deep. There’s no use fighting the heaps of cookies, the balls of popcorn, the piles of chocolate bark, not to mention the pound of toffee I just devoured… it’s the holiday season and really the best way to show our deepest sentiments is with golden baked sugar in some form, right?
I swear… the holidays bring out the best in me. By the best, I’m specifically referring to each of the kitschy, crafty and resourceful Girl Scout badges I earned between the ages of 8 years and 16 years of age.
There are a few things I need in order to make Christmas morning feel exactly like Christmas morning.
Hello dear friends! We’re in the crunch of it, aren’t we? Have you done all the things you might need to do, like mail those holiday cards?
Let’s get down to the magical part of Brunch. The weekend loophole that has us cocktailing along with our coffee!
I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you. I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you.
We’re working on dinner. Actual dinner that can live in our lives and on our tables without much fuss.
If these cookies were in a game of Truth or Dare they would invariably choose DARE. Every time. No hesitation.