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 think I’ve already established that my Mom was one of those everything from scratch, why buy it when you can make yourself kind of Moms. I get that this is awesome. But man, as a kid, sometimes it just sucked. As soon as I was old enough to dictate what I wanted to be Read more
I love scary movies. When I was 10 or 11 (aka WAY too young), my older brother Gregg would wander down to the local video rental store, do whatever voodoo magic he would have to do to convince the kid behind the counter to rent horror movies to a minor. This was a regular thing Read more
I love it when two things that just shouldn’t go together, do. Chelsea Handler dating 50 Cent? Yes. So good. And awkward. Hot pink and orange? Kind of tacky, but also completely awesome. I feel that way about salt and caramel. It shouldn’t work. Over salting anything shouldn’t be a good thing, but it is. Read more
