A guide to making life a little more fabulous
It would be lovely if we all had endless supplies of margaritas made from fresh-squeezed lime juice, agave syrup and premium tequila, rimmed with a fancy artisanal salt blend and garnished with a sliver of orange peel.
About 10 years ago, my go-to cake recipe involved a box of cake mix, a can of crushed pineapple, a can of sweetened condensed milk, a bag of coconut and a tub of Cool Whip.
I’ve been making and drinking smoothies since childhood, but I have to admit it had never occured to me to add greens to the mix.
Somehow, even though I’ve been married to a boy from Kentucky for nearly eight years, I’ve never been to the Kentucky Derby.
Are you Team Pie or Team Cake? I’ve always been more of a Team Pie girl myself, so, of course, I thought about making something akin to a Derby pie for the Kentucky Derby.
Have you ever heard of beer cheese? I hadn’t, until a former boss mentioned it a few years ago.
One of my many annoying food issues as a child was that I hated cereal.
Have you ever gone strawberry picking? We lived less than 5 miles from a strawberry field for two years and kept promising ourselves that we would go, but we never did.
I’m sorry I’ve been MIA most of the summer, y’all.
Have you ever had mochi? I had not tried it — or even heard of it — until a few years ago, when a friend broght Trader Joe’s mochi ice cream bites to a party we attended.
Acai bowls are definitely the more well-known and ubiquitous of the smoothie bowls, but pitaya — sometimes called dragon fruit — is really my favorite.
As much as I love cranberry sauce, I also like to mix things up every once in a while.
Several years ago, when I was living in South Carolina, I had to work the day before and the day after Thanksgiving, so I couldn’t go to my family’s house in Michigan.
We had every intention of going to Philadelphia for the Army-Navy game this year, but we waited too long to get tickets.
I know this time of year is all about cookies, but this cake is too good not to share.
I was so busy in the weeks leading up to Christmas this year that I didn’t get a chance to bake ANY Christmas cookies at home! Luckily, I had a chance to whip up some snickerdoodles at my mother-in-law’s house, so we had something to leave for Santa.
As much as I’d like to think I’m still 23, the headaches I get the morning after several cocktails — or even two glasses of wine — make it very clear that I am not.