Tartlet. Funny word, isn’t it? I just want to keep saying it over and over and over… Ok, we’ll get to those. Story time first. Saturday we went out to dinner with my parents. No special occasion, just a much needed night out of the house for me with an equally as much needed bottle [...]
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I didn’t eat a roasted chestnut until I was 20. It took living in another country and walking past a food cart that sold them everyday for 2 months before I finally caved. I have no idea how or why I resisted their intoxicating winter smell that permeated the entire block for so long because [...]
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The idea (and I say that only because I think I’ve had maybe 2 in my whole adult life even though I reallllly want to have them every weekend) of dinner parties sounds great. You spend all your time coming up with some awesomely delicious main dish, a cast of supporting sides and some homemade [...]
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This past weekend my brother got married, we bought a couch, finished 200+ linear feet of garden bed edging and I made pumpkin granola. I’m not sure it gets much better than that. Actually, if someone magically appeared to assemble said (Ikea) couch, it might. I don’t make granola nearly enough. I really have no [...]
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This is not some fluffy, melt in your mouth, sweet kind of bread. This is a bread that will put hair on your chest. Ok, not really. Or at least I hope not. I don’t need hair there and neither does my balding but hairy beast everywhere else husband. #thankyouGreekgenes But seriously, this is a [...]
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