For this post, I am going to take a cue from what is now being called “The Best Emmy Speech of All Time.” Even if you didn’t watch the telecast (which was somewhat depressing–not only because of the excessive time spent remembering deceased celebrities but because neither Aaron Paul nor Bryan Cranston won awards for their work in “Breaking Bad”), you have likely seen footage
I’m up in Jackson Hole, Wy again, this time for the entire month of August (an ideal month to skedaddle from the Las Vegas heat.) Eric and I drove up with the dogs on Saturday, a drive that makes you realize just how big the state of Utah is. On the positive side, I got a whopping 42 out of 50 states crossed off for my
This is my very last post of my fresh peaches series. Well……maybe my second to last. I just came up with one more idea, and I still have some peaches sitting on the counter, so I’ll likely sneak the recipe in as a bonus-peach-post over the next few days. And THEN, that’s it! I’m finished-fini!-finito!-with the peaches. At least for a little while, that is.
A funny thing happened on my way to relocating my blog from Typepad to WordPress: I found a few old posts that I had started, but never finished. They were just hanging out in the blogosphere black hole, waiting for someone to care. Upon finding them, I felt like a deadbeat blogger. Sorry, guys. So today’s post might be viewed by some (we’ll call you
Christmas came early this year!! Like many of my fellow food bloggers, recipe contesters, and passionate cooks, I have a cookbook collection that rivals any culinary section in a mid-sized bookstore. What once consisted of a few dozen titles, which were organized neatly in a designated kitchen space, now numbers well into the triple digits and takes up residency on just about every available bookshelf
Well, I did it again. It has been two weeks since my last post, but that’s because it was a busy two weeks. I did have some rather lofty and laughable aspirations of posting a new recipe within 3 or 4 days of the Tate’s Bake Shop giveaway (congratulations to the winner, Donna!), so I missed the mark by just a tad. Note: In this
O.K. Show of hands: At some point during this past weekend, how many of you found yourselves singing the song from the viral wedding video that captivated America via YouTube last week? In the event that you have been living under a boulder, please click here to catch up with the rest of us. For me, this now infectious ditty popped into my head not once, but several times.
After my last bruschetta post, which I now realize was posted over a week ago–I have had absolutely no time for blogging/tweeting/facebooking since then, I received what I thought was a very funny comment from one of my friends, Karen (Karen, by the way, also has a blog, Karen Cooks, with oodles of mouthwatering recipes.) Her comment was: “Whaa??? No cute little cupcakes, no decorated
When I turned three–or perhaps it was four–my brother and I had a joint birthday party out by the pool. We both had summer birthdays, and we were only one year apart in age, so it was probably much easier on my mom to throw one party with both sets of friends as opposed to two. Besides, as long as there were the requisite cake and