The very word conjures up visions of fallen leaves in glorious color.
Cozy fires crackling in the fireplace.
Fluffy, puffy comforters.
Best-ever sleeping weather.
And … colds.
Yup, it’s official. I’m sick. And not just me, but poor Christopher too.
And his mom back in Minnesota. Continue reading
baking, Butter, Cinnamon roll, Cinnamon rolls, Dough, food, Glaze, Maple syrup, recipes, Ricotta
Oct · 12
I love you guys. I really do.
I love that you stop by during your busy days to read what I write, look at the pictures I take, and leave some love for me to find.
Like benevolent fairies that put the
Tooth Fairy to shame, you take time out of your own lives to touch a big part of mine, and for that I thank you.
There was a time not so long ago, where I wondered if anyone read my blog, when four out of the five hits I received in a day were my own.
baking, Butter, Chocolate chip, Chocolate chip cookie, Cookie dough, food, giveaway, Pecan, recipes, Thank you
Oct · 03
Life’s little successes.
Life is all about celebrating them — the little yet huge milestones in life that most often pass unnoticed without a single “woot!”
We often think that successes are all massive ones, like when we:
Find “The One”
Get That Promotion
Buy That Dream House
But it’s the little successes that add up to a whole tanker-full and that often matter the most.
Let me elaborate.
Baked doughnuts, baking, Butter, dessert, Dough, Doughnut, food, Life, recipes, Success
Sep · 19
I love pauses.
I didn’t always.
Okay, maybe I should explain.
I used to be afraid of the pauses between sentences, in conversations between two people.
Specifically, between boys I was just getting to know and kind of liked, and people I really wanted to like me.
I used to fill those natural spaces in conversation like one would grout a tub — filling every crack, making sure not a single inch of space remained.
Butter, Carrot, food, ginger, Orange, Pauses, recipes, Roasted carrots, Tyler Florence, Vegetarian
Sep · 12
I have never been much of a dessert fan. I am by default a salt kind of girl, and would much rather prefer most anything salt to anything sweet any day. But I do have a soft spot in my stomach for blueberries — specifically, frozen blueberries of the wild kind.
How much of a soft spot? Well, for starters, I eat them every morning with my cereal after defrosting them under warm running water in my kitchen sink. Every morning. Every time my brother sees me, he yells, “Blueberries!” (basically, a verbatim imitation of yours truly from when we used to live together).
No joke, these bitty berries make me
that happy. Continue reading