We weren’t really a donut eating family growing up. Which I will always deep down hold against my parents. Saturday mornings should involve waking up and finding donuts on your kitchen counter. But mine never did. I usually had a box of raisin bran or wheat chex waiting for me when I crawled out of Read more
I’ve been going round in my head with a few ideas of what I wanted to write tonight or what story I wanted to share that would be the right set up for these French Breakfast Puffs, but truthfully, I’m not feeling a particular anecdote or memory, what I am feeling lately is a lot Read more
I love country music. I always have. Something about it takes me back to the open plains of growing up in Nebraska and it just feels comforting to me. Old country, new country, I like it all. Growing up I always pretended like this was uncool and super lame. My brother would be in the Read more
I’ve already shared that growing up that my Mom refused to buy us any processed junk food. I’ve also shared that this was the worst. THE WORST. However, as mentioned previously, all bets were off once I got to High School. So obviously in between going to classes and passing notes, I filled my days Read more
I grew up religiously reading Seventeen & YM magazines. And while I would faithfully read the magazines cover to cover to learn tips and trick to make my crush fall in love with me or to use mayonnaise to make my hair shinier (Does. Not. Work for the record), my favorite part of the magazines Read more
I apologize for my lack of posting lately. Blame it on summer; there are just too many fun things to do and I get distracted. I’ve always had a very hard time saying no when people ask me to do fun things. It’s that very reason I got a D- in Geology, aka Rocks for Read more
