Daintily scratching egg yolk from the tines of a forgotten fork, I made an exciting discovery in the shade of marsala: blushing edges on the petals of my pancake plant, Waffle, clearly drunk on the sun. I couldn’t blame him: the sun, all but drowning Waffle in his teeny 3” terracotta pot, was loud and…
Day at the Lake – {Chocolate and Oreo Brittle Cupcakes}
Towering over us, he was a monster. Stout, but still somewhere above the mark of six feet, he cast a shadow longer – and wider – than anything around him. And he was stubborn, that guy. Even with the combined might of four adults, he could not be moved. Alone in the middle of the…
Eggs – {Southwestern Migas Quiche}
As a child, true fear was found in the warmth between a hen and her eggs; soon and perpetually rooted in red ridges up and down the length of my pale freckled arms. But, it was a fear worth facing; an injury worth owning. It took a lot of working up, but in that moment…
How To Make Parchment Cupcake/Muffin Liners
When I was making these Cinnamon Fig muffins last weekend, I noticed, quite unfortunately, that I was out of liners. I consulted the interwebs for some assistance and came across this page on The Kitchn. Those guys have an answer for EVERYTHING – I love it. Having said that, this isn’t really anything new/novel, but…
Goodbyes – {Mocha Crumble Pound Cake}
I stared into the mirror, unable to look away from my bloodshot eyes. The shower hadn’t woken me up, and it seemed, at this point, that nothing would. It was early Monday. Barely Monday, honestly. I’d not slept more than 4 hours total in the past two nights, and this one had proved no different…
Self – {Gingerbread Monkey Bread with Creamy Whiskey Maple Glaze}
I hate being told to relax. Winter break is over now, and as I look back at how I spent it, I’m in a funk. I want to be more laid back and take more time to just… I don’t know… Do absolutely nothing before I graduate, but I can’t even stand the thought of…
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