Growing up, my grandparents flew out to visit us once or twice a year. During every visit, Grandpa would bang around in the kitchen one morning after drinking his coffee, pulling out measuring cups and mixing bowls to make his famous Cowboy Coffee Cake. Read more →
Some days are just bad days. The “I-slept-through-my-alarm” days. The “I-spilled-orange-juice-in-my-lap” days. The “I-stepped-in-old-chewing-gum” days. The “I-put-my-shirt-on-inside-out-and-went-to-the-office-like-that” days. The “I-drove-off-with-my-latte-on-the-car-roof” days. Read more →
The last time I visited my parents, I begged them to eat at our favorite breakfast restaurant. The hour-long drive dragged on a bit too long with three hungry people in the car, so we placed our order the minute a waiter set menus on our table. Read more →
On our childhood Saturday mornings, Mom mixed up batches of Mickey Mouse pancakes for my brother and me while we watched our favorite TV shows. During the commercial breaks, we rushed into the kitchen, doused our plates with maple syrup, and cut up the pancakes (ears first!) into as few bites as possible to shovel into our mouths. We needed lots of sugar energy to dance along to Gullah Gullah Island and Blue’s Clues! Read more →
As little kids, our parents treated us to dinner on Saturdays if we behaved throughout the week. If the adults craved something other than Little Caesars or McDonalds, we all drove downtown to the Pub, where they served beer-battered fries, spicy hot links, and juicy chicken sandwiches. Of course, my brother and I always ordered plain hamburgers with ketchup or ooey-gooey grilled cheeses off of the kid’s menu instead! Read more →
My guy and I rarely agree on dinner dishes. He bought beef, but I wanted chicken. He cooked rice, but I craved bread. He felt like spaghetti, but I made a stir fry. He’s up for Chinese, but I’d prefer sushi. Read more →
The leprechauns sneak up on me every year. After I devour my stash of dark chocolate fudge and truffles, I completely forget that another holiday falls between Valentine’s Day and Easter! Maybe if St. Patrick’s Day involved candy and cookies instead of corned beef and cabbage, I’d remember the date a little better… Read more →
After I raved about my PBB&J Panini, another blogger left this comment: I might have to try this with our cafeteria’s panini machine!
What?? College cafeterias now have panini presses? Lucky undergrads—the only hot sandwiches our dorms served were blackened grilled cheeses that could’ve been used as charcoal to light a barbeque pit.
So Kate and I wrote back and forth, comparing ingredient notes (she loves the veggie/cheese/hummus combo!), until she responded, “I could probably come up with a dessert on the panini press.”
And with that, my mind started racing faster than a hamster in a squeaky exercise wheel. My thoughts darted to cookies, cupcakes, cinnamon rolls, and brownies before finally landing on… Read more →
A few minutes into my Saturday morning run, my mind wandered off. After thinking “My calf is too tight” and “YIKES that’s a BEE!”, it settled down and began brainstorming what to eat after my post-workout shower.
Just two steps later, cinnamon rolls flashed through my brain. I shook my head, arguing with my mind to find a healthier solution—like a banana. Or oatmeal. Or—dare I even say it?—scrambled eggs.
After a full mile of mental debate, I finally concluded two things: (1) I was crazy and (2) my brain had convinced itself that it needed cinnamon rolls.
So I promised my brain that it could have cinnamon rolls… As long as it omitted the frosting on top. It whined, but we shook on it anyway. We had a deal! Read more →
Today is the LAST day to enter the homemade cookie giveaway!
Ever since I started kindergarten, I’ve packed my lunch to bring to school (and now work) every single day. I’ve only left my lunchbox at home a handful of times in nearly 20 years for the occasional classroom pizza party or catered meal by Boss.
Shockingly enough, I still enjoy biting into a simple sandwich. Normally it’s just a few slices of meat between my bread with a squeeze of mustard for moisture. Recently, I started getting fancy by adding crisp shredded lettuce. (A real splurge, I know!) But I almost always skip out on adding any more toppings, especially if they’ll turn my sandwich wet and soggy while it sits on my desk all morning. Read more →
