Today’s weather forecast calls for I’m really fucken done with summer. Excessive heat warnings all weekend – which, if you’re unfamiliar, are a…
Third peach drink in the past three weeks let’s gooooooooo. August is prime month for peaches, so I’m not dicking around with sharing…
Cookie butter in a cookie just sounded like the right thing to do. One thing I’m becoming more versed in as I bake…
Sometimes stupid easy is just stupid logical. I wrestled with this salad for three trials before I finally got it the way I…
Pizza, meet pasta. Now that’s a partnership I can get on board with. I’m apparently having fun with cuisine mashups. A few weeks…
You’ll notice this week that I have no idea what the fuq to call any of my recipes. So, I’m going with the…
I can’t see out my windows right now. Won’t bore you with weather narratives, so I’ll leave it at this: when I ran…
Two of my favorite adult fixtures: sangria and paloma. What a time to be alive. Should’ve called this a palomaria. Oh well. As…
Just in time for your weekend brunches. You are welcome. I’m not huge on indulging for everyday breakfasts – rather, those sweet treats…
When the going gets tough, the touch get peachy. I experience an inexplicable joy when I slice open a perfectly ripe peach. The…
