Is it just me, or are mocktails having a moment right now? I’m so glad Deb brought it up last week, because I’ve been noticing mocktail menus more and more at restaurants these days. I had a fantastic one at a fancy place a few weeks ago that I would re-order even if I didn’t have a human growing inside of me. The truth of the matter is, once
You might assume that my brain instantly scales down everything to serve two. Not so. There are certain things I would never scale down. Like: chicken soup, chai flavored anything (except these pumpkin cupcakes), and most cocktail recipes. What am I going to do with an entire pitcher of margaritas? Wait, I know the answer! Moving on… So, when my sweet, lovely, beautiful and talented blog
I’m committed to making lattes at home. It’s not just because I think Starbucks employees shouldn’t have to see me first thing in the morning, or that I shouldn’t be trusted to drive that early. Or, even that I’m going to bring my crazy, barking dog in the car with me. While all of these things are true, I make lattes at home because I’m lazy.
Hey St. Louis friends—tune into Fox2news Friday morning at 8:40 to watch me make this live! I can’t promise the milk won’t go flying when I turn on the blender, but I can promise the chance to watch a woman burn herself on live tv! I’m taking issue with myself for how early I started drinking pumpkin spice lattes this year. It’s never been as
If you don’t have at least a few friends with unusual dietary restrictions, I say you need more friends. Every time I have people over for a meal, I take a running tally of their food preferences and intolerances. I think it’s fun! I love cooking for people with food allergies. I love showing them that they can eat delicious food, with only small modifications.
I’m not entirely sure that this recipe didn’t come to me in a dream. I’m pretty sure I was dozing off during cookbook edits, and had a vision of an extra adorable stripey popsicle in my hand. (because if you’re going to dream about food, it better be the cutest kind of cute!) I’m one of those weirdos that must have something hot to drink
So, if you follow me on instagram (which you totally should because I share an inappropriate amount of photos of myself taking photos. It’s ironic, no? A tiny bit adorable? Ok, NO.), you’ll know that I take Happy Hour very seriously. I even capitalize the phrase ‘Happy Hour.’ There’s a set routine on Friday nights ’round these parts. My friends and neighbors put their little ones
I have a Costco membership for, like, 3 things: giant bottles of Tito’s vodka, family-sized packs of goat cheese that last me (and me alone) about a week, and perfect French baguettes. I am loyal to their baguettes, though they may be a bit fatter than true French baguettes, because the ingredient list reads water, flour, salt, and yeast. Nothing else. Amen. If I was