We’ve made it to Friday which means that hopefully there’s some sort of kicking off of our shoes in the very near future. I’ve taken a quick trip back to Los Angeles this week where everyone is complaining about the humidity. Really? You ain’t got nothin’ on the Bayou, Los Angeles… nothin’. In my travels from New Orleans to Los Angeles, I seem to have forgotten to pack the tiny little camera card that houses Friday’s recipe post photos. Turns out I’m forgetful, and even a well thought out list can’t help me during packing. Truth is, this week has been all sorts of enough and I’m feeling a little frayed at the edges. There’s been so much madness happening in the world, I can feel some of the chaos trembling in my guts. Does that happen to you, too?
This week’s Sunday list comes in a Friday edition. The Internet, as it were:
• Come Out Of Your Shell. Let’s all just stop being so... Read the rest of this post..... »
I collect two things, nail polish and cookbooks. Ironically, I don’t always have my nails done and I certainly don’t cook every recipe from this massive collection. I have more cookbooks that any reasonable home cook should have. They’re wonderful inspiration. I love experiencing food through different perspectives. These are the most lovely of the summer books that I’ve collected so far. Judging by this list, I have a lot of recipes to get in the kitchen and bake! I’m starting with doughnuts and french toast. Yes!
• I love the California stylings of The Lemonade Cookbook. It’s perfect for summertime. Filled with lovely salads like this Watermelon and Snap Pea number, and a mega amount of lemonade inspiration. Well, wouldn’t you expect that from The Lemonade Cookbook? I made this Blueberry Mint Lemonade and swooned for days.
• I like to think that I have a fool-proof and super-supreme doughnut dough... Read the rest of this post..... »
I’m the most dangerous person at your dinner party.
I’m the one that lingers near the Deviled Eggs at a party. (If not Deviled Eggs, I can also be found lingering near the homemade guacamole or cheese plate.)
You’ll never ever know how many Deviled Eggs I’ve eaten because I pop the entire bite in my mouth while you’re looking down at your wine glass…. and I chew quickly. I go back for seconds (which you think are my firsts). I go back for thirds and fourths (which you think are my seconds). I will clear you out of nearly every Deviled Egg on your appetizer table.
The worst part is (my breath?) that I have no remorse. I eat all of your eggs then I casually move along (…probably to the table with wine). I’m the worst. I really am. At least I won’t mess with your music selection, unless I do. Again… I’m the worst.
These eggs are extra-special because they’re dill-y and radish-y, and I... Read the rest of this post..... »
Hello and Happy Sunday!
This week has been loads of work, recipe testing, standing in front of the pantry eating chocolate chips out of the bag, and scrolling through everyone’s Summer vacations on Instagram. I spent some quality time exploring New Orleans in search of my favorite bakeries. It was the best (but I drank waaayyy too much coffee)! The Black and White Cookie above is exactly why ManhattanJack might just be my favorite New Orleans bakery. They honor the sweet tooth. Mad respect.
Here’s what’s on my mind and on the Internet this week:
• I know I talk about nail polish perhaps more often that I should, but this is the kind of lady-talk that really matters. I Don’t Care If You Like It: Women are tired of being judged by the Esquire metric. Yay-thanks…
• My favorite show in the world is Comedians In Cars Getting Coffee and this recent episode with Sarah Jessica Parker is one of the best. Also, it’s really nice... Read the rest of this post..... »
I’m already anticipating Sunday.
Talk about putting the cart before the horse. We haven’t even hopped around the weekend enough to make it to Sunday.
Sundays, I would argue, are the worst. Actually… they’re the BEST but only between the hours of 8am and noon when we’re sleeping in, churching, brunching, or napping after pancakes. After noon on a Sunday I find myself in the unfortunate task of pretending to be relaxed while stressing about the week to come. We’ve talked about this before. It’s called The Sunday Stresses, and it’s more real that we deserve.
Luckily there’s PASTA. All healing, all comforting, all filling PASTA. Thank you, Lord. For real.
I have pasta every Sunday night. I spoon myself an embarrassingly large bowl, sit cross-legged on the couch, watch Comedians In Cars Getting Coffee and just tear through a bowl. I’m trying to fill the pit of Sunday Stresses and pasta... Read the rest of this post..... »