I have to find clever ways to NOT buy a bag of potato chips at the grocery store. By ‘clever’ I mean I just don’t go down the chip aisle.
I have good news for us, friends! Two things. One: it’s Sunday. Two: life is not boring. Life is big and beautiful and staggering and hard and long and short and thank goodness for Sunday.
It’s Summer Pie Practice Season. Isn’t that what you call Spring? Beautiful strawberries are starting to hit the markets, and they’re a bit early for super sweetness, but not too early to start experimenting with pies and practicing our lattice technique!
It’s starting to look like I moved to New Orleans as an excuse to deep fry my California vegetables, make melty cheese dip, live off Red Beans and Rice, and plate after plate of fresh beignets.
What if there could be a treat that was like Rice Krispie treats, but also like a bowl of kettle corn, and then also salty, but then dotted with an obnoxious amount of sprinkles?
Hello friends! I hope this morning finds you happy and rested, ready for buttery toast and a leisurely morning.
The days really are warming. There are the prettiest strawberries in the market. It might almost be time to daydream about watermelon wedges.
Hello my friends! It’s Sunday and I hope you’re ready for some Spring sunshine and frothy cappuccinos.
Hey friends! I’ve been here, there, and everywhere lately eating dang near every single thing I can get my hand on from New Orleans, north to Philadelphia.
These cookies are asking for your attention. Not so much begging or pleading, but asking nicely for you to pay attention.
Hello friends! Happy Easter! Happy Spring! How are you feeling this week? Standing with both feet on the ground?
Can you even remember who you were before you knew that we could turn donuts into croissants and croissants into donuts?
The trees are starting the flower. Strawberries are starting to fill the shelves at the grocery store.
Hello friends! We’re well into this Sunday and it feels all the way like Spring. I hope your brunch table runneth over.
I was looking for rainbow carrots. I was thinking we’d roast some carrots… you know, sit around a plate of carrots and just chat.
It’s taken me entirely too long to get to soak my red beans. A year! I’ve lived in New Orleans a year and I’ve never soaked my red beans to make a pot of Red Beans and Rice.
Happy Sunday, friends! I have three hopes for you today: I hope there’s champagne in your orange juice and fresh flowers in a vase.
Browning butter is one of those life skills that should be taught to everyone alongside things like: how to change a tire, how to tip at a restaurant, how to ride a bike with no hands, and how to mince garlic.
We talk a lot about doughnuts and waffles. We talk about my cat a bit too much. We talk about New Orleans and beignets and parades, and beads.
Hello friends! Welcome to another Sunday! This weekend my new neighborhood, the Irish Channel, is alive with green beer, Irish pride, and lots of dudes in green cumberbuns handing fake flower out to ladies in the Irish Channel Parade.