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I am so thankful it’s spring, but man did winter ever go out with a bang! While the Northeast experienced abnormally warm weather, Arizona got snow!
Warm, breezy afternoons. Golden sunlight. Drinks and laughter.
Thai Summer Salad It’s only a matter of time before our beach vacation begins. This means that I’ve been working out like a mad-woman, drinking gallons of unsweetened iced tea, and eating as light as I can between bites of Peanut Butter Cup Ice Cream and Cookie Dough Brownies .
My sister-in-law Missy first introduced me to the concept of fruit pizza years and years ago, and here’s how: she brought one to my house and I proceeded to eat the whole thing.
***Saturday morning note: I’m bumping this recipe up to the top again because it wound up being my favorite from last week.
A guacamole grilled cheese sandwich has been on my to try list for a while now and since I was making the bacon guacamole on the weekend I figured I would just pick up double the ingredients and make both.
Those of you who have been reading this blog lately know that I have developed an alarmingly close relationship with my muffin pan.
January is always the time of year when most of us get caught up in the winter produce doldrums, fueled by the dearth of flavorful fruit and the overabundance of hard, starchy vegetables. But I find if I set my mind on citrus, I can carefully sidestep most bouts of Farmers Market Mourning.
Upgrade the classic American breakfast from basic to impressive in a few simple steps.
I’m fairly certain that I’ve discussed my lack of love for the great outdoors , so it’s safe to say you’ll never hear me writing about long hikes in the woods or camping anywhere other than on a deck chair at a five star resort (Hey, I can dream, right?). Not to say that I am not fond of the fresh air and scenery, I just like to keep a screen between me and the bugs. Needless to say, I don’t last long at picnics in the park or anywhere outdoors for that matter .
I used to be terrified of sloppy joes.
Is there an unsaid rule that bar cookies have to be heavy and gooey? Two weeks ago, we picked up a cup of coffee on our way to the park so that the little monkey could continue his path of destruction outside our apartment, and I fell for something in the bakery case called peach shortbread, cut into bars.
I baked cinnamon bread last night. I thought of it.
If you don’t want gaggles of children beating down your door on Halloween night then look no further.
I uploaded pictures of this recipe yesterday onto Flickr, but didn’t get to telling you all about it because I was feeling a little lackadaisical after that whole seven days in a row of posting thing.