They say time flies when you're having fun. I think it flies especially quickly in the summer.
I'm not a pool kind of person.. or a basking in the sun kind of person. My favorite part of summer is hanging out around a hubb-made bonfire on a chilly night upstate with friends and drinks and s'mores.
This post is long overdue. Those who cook with tantrums know that it doesn't begin and end with cooking. We wake up with tantrums. We ("don't wannaaaaaa!!!!") go to bed with tantrums. We use the bathroom with our tantrums trying so desperately to claw their way through the door that we worry one day they just might. And that just goes for the stubborn ones of us who haven't yet given in to the open door policy. TMI? Yeah. Our entire existence is TMI. Which is why we could use a drink. Or five. Don't judge. ...continue reading Shandy
The first time I made challah I nearly cried. Ok, not nearly. I full-fledged cried. I was expecting instant success because I did everything right. However, I was left with dense (in a bad way), crumbly (in a bad way), tasteless (is there a good way?!) poor excuses for braided bread undeserving of being called "challah". I was traumatized for a bit and swore off the whole thing because, frankly, I don't handle failure all that well. ...continue reading Best Challah Ever — A step by step guide