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
Currently I’m sitting at one of my best friend’s kitchen table in Coeur d’Alene Idaho, looking out onto a lake surrounded by ginormous trees. It’s not one bit ugly. In fact it’s beautiful and it feels like fall and I love every bit of it. It’s been rainy and cloudy so it feels a little Read more
I didn’t grow up camping. My mom was not down with sleeping in a tent. Not her thing. Hiking yes. Sleeping on the ground no. So even though my Dad liked it, we just never camped. Not surprisingly, I’m not the best camper. I like it; I’m usually game for going, I’m just not “good” 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
