Obviously, I love my mom. I always have. But when you’re a kid… You’re not so nice to your mom sometimes. And that sucks. For example, Mom was none too pleased when I expressed my plans to travel, unaccompanied, to NYC in the spring of 2010. Considering I was 19, I was a total brat…
Party – {Mexican Spice Horchata Cake)
So, car troubles. A quick visit to Mr. Flannery’s this weekend rendered them a memory. Fortunate for me – not to mention my wallet – the damage was limited to crusty battery posts. Which, you know, was “amazing.” Though I felt like a total dumbass, it was nothing less than a cause for celebration. But…
Start – {Bacon Fat Croissants}
The disappointment has stopped hitting me as a surprise. Regrettably, after 8 years, I have to say that it’s something I’ve come to expect. Even with the combined efforts of my fingers and toes, I don’t think I could count the number of times I’ve been left stranded. Always filled to the brim with frustration…
Need – {Ricotta & Citrus Upside Down Crumb Cake}
Attraction aside, on our first date, S met just a few of my “must haves” in a potential mate. The most important? He didn’t smack his lips. To this day, I still remember my initial disappointment when he told me he had season tickets for MSU football. And when he told me he “wasn’t really…
NOLA – {Beignets}
My standard approach to travel is simple. Step 1: get the time off approved Step 2: arrange transportation Step 3: GTFO Step 4: figure it out when I get there. It’s not laziness, it’s insurance. A safeguard against stressing out over scheduling, and confidence in knowing that I will have an awesome time – without…
Window – {Blueberry Pear Pie}
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…
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