You know how one bite can bring you back to your childhood? That’s how I feel whenever I eat cinnamon […]

This recipe for Cherry Lime Basil Soda has no business being here. Yet, that is. I mean, there are a […]

I realize one would think we live in a food fairytale from gleaning a look at my Instagram feed. I’m […]

I love honey mustard dipping sauce. In researching recipes, though, it seems mayonnaise is a key ingredient. I’ll willingly eat […]

I originally titled this post “whipped cream with a workout”. If you’ve ever made whipped cream with a marble, and […]

There’s so much to catch up on, but first we need to talk about pie. One of the things I […]

Remember last week’s violet syrup? Well, it occurred to me that while I’ve been making and enjoying it these last […]

This is my third year making violet syrup, and last week I had to dig deep to find the energy to do it.

Warm tears began to sting my cheeks before I even wrote the first word to this post. I’ve been a bit blocked, trying to figure out how to say everything I’ve been feeling these last few days.

So, if you follow along on Facebook, then this BLT salad will look familiar. I shared a sneak peek at the video a couple of weeks ago just after making it on Snapchat.

Yes, the title is misleading. This isn’t one of those prolific moments to share, but it is momentarily life changing. I first tried kombucha years ago, just around the time it started to become the new buzz drink. I could barely get past the first sip.

Some nights, as we settle down to dinner, I question my motives. While I usually try to include something that’ll make everyone happy at the table, there are nights when I’m the only one excited about the feast before us.