My Aunt is an amazing cook. I realize the story I am about to share will make you think otherwise, but trust. She can throw it down in the kitchen. When I was about 13 years my entire family was out visiting my Grandma. We must have had a fancy schmacy dinner the night before Read more
Growing up, I loved Dairy Queen. Or the DQ as I call it. After every dance recital my Dad would take me to the DQ in my pink tutu to pick out any treat I wanted. Dilly Bars, Peanut Buster Parfaits, Starkiss Bars… all the stuff of a kid’s dream. I even remember when they Read more
It’s no secret. I Love Pie. Period. But growing up I was never that pumped on blueberry pie. I don’t know. It never seemed as exciting as the other choices. So I never picked it. And it always seemed to be the last pie available on the menu after all the others were gone. I Read more
True confession. Sometimes I’m an idiot. I had no idea funfetti cake was actually just white cake with sprinkles in it until two months ago. I was hanging out with a good friend and I asked her, “hey, I wonder what Pillsbury puts in their mix to make it ‘funfetti’. I wonder if I can Read more
I’d like to apologize in advance for all of the inevitable posts involving strawberries that are probably coming your way. But I just can’t help it. When I see a flat of strawberries that are bright red and juicy, I can’t NOT buy them. That would be wrong. I usually have no idea what I’m Read more
My Mom is a saint. Ask anyone who knows her; they’ll completely agree. Growing up, my Mom taught early morning scripture study to the youth in our congregation. In most circumstances this would mean my Mom would prepare a lesson, meet the youth at the church building, teach them for an hour and then send Read more
