Indulgent Introspection. (And A BIG Travel Announcement.)
A culinary vacation. I’m (finally) embracing the unknown and good things are happening. Very good things. Read the rest of this gem…
Smoked Salmon Dill Linguine. Embrace The Fat.
So.
Maybe you don’t love to cook. I get it. You’ve got a lot going on, work has been super stressful, and the kids are running around with water balloons and makeshift machetes and expelling the last of their summertime energy along with every last one of your fragile, frayed nerves. Read the rest of this gem…
Dining In Eataly: When Hopping The Atlantic Is Just Too Far.
Pasta, Paninis, And Meat Of Questionable Ethical Origin. Justin and I explore Eataly in downtown Chicago. Read the rest of this gem…
Breakin’ Fast. Like A Boss.
I’ve been lucky enough to eat some pretty incredible breakfast foods all across the midwest — and they all had one pretty major thing in common. Read the rest of this gem…
If Your Goal Is To Eat All Of The Food, Chicago Is A Good Place To Start.
In which I proceed to eat the entire city of Chicago. I love culinary tours!
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Celebrating American Independence By Way Of Spain. Totally Normal.
Cooking Homemade Spanish Tortilla de Patatas with Sofrito.
“But we can’t have Mexican quinoa for dinner. It’s the 4th of July!” Justin, only half-joking, was wearing a face I’ve come to know well over the years. I call it his Exasperation Face.
Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes.
Destination: Rosemary Beach, Florida
You know, it just hit me — just last night, like a fist to the cheekbone — that I’m going to be seeing my brother, my sister, and my father over the course of a week starting Thursday, and that seeing all three of them in such close proximity of timing is a rarity rated up there with lightning strikes and Nessie sightings. Read the rest of this gem…
Because Why Wouldn’t You Fry A Salad?
Fried Couscous Salad recipe and a little insight about my child-free spending priorities.
My Search For The Emerald Coast. Not Golden — EMERALD.
Well.
Based on my last non-post, you may have guessed that I went somewhere last week.
Somewhere beachy. Read the rest of this gem…
I Only Wanna Eat The Good Stuff.
Food.
What can I say? I love it. I love it so much that I sometimes watch the scene from Spanglish where Adam Sandler makes The Sandwich on repeat. I love it so much that I plan whole days, weeks, vacations around its consumption. Read the rest of this gem…