Welcome to a new week, my friends! It’s Monday Funday and if you’re not all the way into it, here’s a few helpful tips to get into it: 11 Little Ways To Get Through This Monday.
We’re not going to talk about this whole weird dress color controversy. We can just let that one go, right? I hope this week holds good hair, hot coffee, easy emailing, and general good vibes. I’m settling into my new kitchen and have some delicious things in store for us. There’s a donut thing happening with cheese and mustard. We need to talk about that soon.
The Internet, for us:
• Leonard Nimoy: What I’ve Learned.
• The Elastic Brain. Can neuroscience expand the mind of a child past childhood?
• Scott Budnick, producer of the Hangover movies, is one of the most effective advocates for prison reform in California: Outside Man. Here’s a challenging article about what happens when we send teenagers to adult prisons for... Read the rest of this post..... »
Hey can I borrow your kitchen? Mine is a mess. It’s half of a mess. I’ve managed to unpack my favorite coffee mugs, my stand mixer, and my mason jars. I’ve basically unpacked everything pretty. The rest? The drudgery? Not interested. Those will stay in a box for a good while until I lose my mind and can’t live without my boring black plastic tongs for another second.
So… I’m going to need to borrow your kitchen. I’ll come in with random bags of baking groceries. I’ll raid your cabinets for mixing bowls and wooden spoons and I’ll make us some brownies.
Working in your kitchen will be much better then unpacking my own. I think they call this avoidance. Really delicious avoidance.
My friend Gabrielle let me use her pretty marble kitchen. I made a mess, but there were brownies in the end. Forgiveness through chocolate.
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I feel like I haven’t been in my kitchen in ages!
Well… I’ve been in my kitchen, it just hasn’t been to cook. I’ve packed up my French Quarter kitchen and moved it box my box, beater by beater, to the Irish Channel. It’s a process! Do you know how many spoons I have? A weird amount of spoons.
Thank you for your patience with me as I get my life, my brain, and my kitchen sorted. The thing is… I’m still the only person that writes this blog. It’s just me, making all the donuts I want, and coming here to tell you about them. That makes times like these… when I don’t have a stockpile of already shot and edited recipes, a little awkward. Also, moving is hard on the brain, too. I’ve considered using the packing tape to adhere my car keys to my forehead so I can stop losing them. This blog is the real life (the super styled, extra delicious
version) of my kitchen, so maybe this is a good time to take a few... Read the rest of this post..... »
I was having one of those days where I was certain that everyone in the world around me was mostly thoughtless, unkind, and out to drive reeeeaallly slowly, and ruin my day. Turns out, if you feel like every single person around you is a dolt, it’s time to look within, get yourself a snack, and simmer all the way down. It’s not them; it’s you… or in my specific case, me. The cure to my crunchy day was a cup of coffee, a breakfast sandwich, and a stop to look at the beautiful blooming Magnolia trees.
I need to call my mom and say hello. It’s been too long and she’s probably getting worried. She’s also probably reading this… I’ll call you, Mom!
Here’s what the Internet wants us to know this week: it’s cold so we’re moving to Mars.
• What the heck is going on in Boston!? Boston’s Winter From Hell. Would it help if we sent them all of our sunshine and space heaters?
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New Orleans, you beast. You wild, unpredictable, crazy fun, wholly overwhelming place. New Orleans isn’t just a city… it’s a spirit and culture. It’s a lady and a trouble-maker. It’s palpable and irresistible, and will not be ignored. New Orleans, you excite me. New Orleans, I’m hungry. New Orleans, I love you.
I’ve lived for the past year as a new New Orleanian. Fresh in this world. Wide eyes. Lost in the streets. Enamored by the sights and sounds. And sometimes… well, I’m a little overwhelmed by new city. There’s a lot for this California girl to learn about the Deep South. A lot to learn about Southern hospitality, being a neighborly neighbor, oyster eating, and brunch. Those are all the easy things to learn.
I’ve spent the past year living smack-dab in the middle of the French Quarter. It’s been nutty: filled with music and art and always new tourist friends. I’m saying goodbye... Read the rest of this post..... »