Chile-Lime Coconut Mango Pops

Chile-Lime Mango Coconut Pops recipe (via #vegan #dairyfree

Hey guys! Little known fact: I am only capable of starting posts with hey guyssss. They are literally the first two words that pop out every time I open a new draft. And then, like, 64% of the time I come back to the top and force a new opener. Or just add a bunch of sssssssss’s. Or swap in a super original spelling of hey. I’m kinda digging haaaaaaiii but sometimes heyyo slips out, too. Hihihi! Hehwoooooooh. Heyeyeyeye. Hajjjjaieyeewwww. I’m drinking $4 wine. Hey guysssssss. Anyway, these popsicles are so super simple that they leave me with almost nothing to drone on about — it’s hot. they’re cold. but also hot. because spicy. but not too spicy, because you add it after. or you don’t have to add it at all. i’m drinking $4 wine — so I’m just going to talk about a few thangalangs and you can chime in. Like. Stranger Things. STRANGER THINGS! That score, that 80’s typography. That little Dustin guy! Are you watching? I’m going to Denver! We’ve got three days and very few plans so gimme all the places to eat and drink beers and stand up on a paddleboard and buy hipster things and … Read More

Overnight Miso-Braised Sausage + Chard Lasagne

Overnight Miso-Braised Sausage + Chard Lasagne recipe (via Possibly the simplest and tastiest lasagne yet! #dinner #cheese #eggfree

When I was 12 years old, I had a fever-induced dream that I was walking through a canyon of lasagne, towers of noodles and jarred red sauce closing in on me from all sides while I scrambled to pick up brittle twigs of dry angel hair pasta before they crumbled between my fingers. I knew that, somehow, collecting up the angel hair was my way out, but it was an impossible task, multiplying before my eyes. I awoke in a cold sweat, crying, and tugged on my (then) step-sister’s arm. “Tiffany, I had a bad dream. About lasagne.” She took it about as seriously as you can imagine. It should come as no surprise, then, that lasagne wasn’t really my thing growing up. Somewhere between the feverish dream, pasty pans of frozen Stouffer’s and many a prime time commercial convincing me that the dreaded lasagne pan was the only thing standing between me and domestic supremacy, it just didn’t hold much appeal. But I’ve grown up a bit. So when method challenged me to cook up the dish of my dreams (heh) as part of their #fearnomess campaign, I figured I’d show that nineties kid in me there’s nothing to be scared of. … Read More

Summer Whipped Ricotta Toast Two Ways

I’ve been debating getting into this for a few weeks now, and the last thing I want to do is detract from such a pretty post with an undeniably ugly topic, but you guys. The Bachelorette.  WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING. I won’t give any radical spoilers because I totally get that in a Hulu World not everyone has seen it, but why she’s not just going full Kaitlyn rogue and humping Luke in a barn somewhere is beyond me. And do we really need to get into it over Robby’s hair? I know it’s completely unfair to just personally attack these people, that they’re real people with real feelings, but I’m a real person with real opinions and I’ma tell you that boy needs some mussin’ up. As in, someone stole a tub of Garnier pomade from my gym locker in 1998 (I HAD UNRULY BANGS) and I am now 419% certain it was Swimmer Bod. But really. Get those bowed legs wrapped around ya and call it a season, girl. If for no other reason than Christina and I can have late-night snapchat (username: @thepigandquill) conversations about something else, like the weather. Or how it would make my life if she moved back to … Read More

Hoisin-Grilled Eggplant + Avocado Bánh Mì

Hoisin-Grilled Eggplant + Avocado Bánh Mì (via #vegetarian

First off, a moment of gratitude for your unwavering acceptance of my unconventional post yesterday. In a world that keeps insisting it’s reached its quota of hope, you make me happy to be human. Ok, on with the show. I’m just going to start this off by saying how disappointed I am that the eggplant emoji has taken the dirtiest of turns. Seriously, all I wanted to do the whole time I was teasing this post on social media was string together about a billion heart and hearty-eye emojis with the eggplant emoji, backwards and forwards and backwards again. But I can’t do that, now can I? Not without the whole world thinking I’m in love with getting diddled every which way. So thanks, wang lovers, for mucking that up for me. What a bag of dix. get it? Let’s talk about this bánh mì. It’s simple. It’s summery. Salty and sweet. Crunchy and creamy. Warm and cool. A veritable juxtaposition of all the typical food adjectives that are, uh, juxtaposable. And the eggplant. The Eggplant. I know there are some of you out there who have completely written off eggplant as a bland, or maybe even itchy (more on that here), … Read More

Pigtales 04: Taking a Minute

This post is going to seem out of left field, but it’s one of those things, like plucking a mole hair, that just needs to happen. And it’s about as glamorous. Meaning, no photos of food today. No babes. Just this. Words. And I’ll keep them few. I applaud transparency in blogging. In fact, it’s what keeps me coming back to my favorite spaces over and over again. If you’re feeling vulnerable, I want to know about it. Shit is getting heavy? Let me virtually shoulder that burden. Shedding salty tears over your fifth batch of gluten-free doorstops? I’ve been there. And I am no stranger to being real on the internet. I fully embrace the overshare, and I truly consider the self that I put forth online to be the same self you would encounter if I was standing in line behind you at Target. That girl eyeing your Cheez-Its with a look of both horror and envy? That’s me. But when it comes to topical content, I blog in a big, glossy bubble. So today, I’m just going to take a minute to put forth some hard truths that have been pinging around in my head lately. Truths like: … Read More

mexican chocolate crème brûlèe (vegan)

mexican chocolate crème brûlèe recipe from @thepigandquill (via #vegan #dairyfree #dessert #tofu

Hi guys! Hope all you ‘Mericans out there had a crackin’ holiday weekend. We took Miss Bug up to the lake for the first time and it was one of the most joyful weekends I can recount. Just a small group of good friends (we even flew the Ohio bestie out!), big dinners at home, plenty of time taking in Tahoe’s sweet sugar-pine air — running, hiking, biking, beaching — and even a few tan lines to show for it. Somehow, I’m always caught off guard by the Hot As Shit sand and the Cold As Shit water in Tahoe, but when you layer the two together, it makes for a pretty comfy little scene. We nerded out and popped up one of these guys and it was such a luxury — if only because it helped define a good chunk of real estate given the particularly sardine-y situation that is pretty much Any Beach USA on the Fourth of July. This was a bit of a defining trip for us because it was the first time Chris and I were in South Lake Tahoe together since our pre-wedding weekend (some would call it a joint bachelor/bachelorette party, but how douchey does that sound?) … Read More

#pinkdrink popsicles for #popsicleweek // strawberry + green tea + coconut milk + white chocolate

#PinkDrink Popsicles for #popsicleweek! // strawberry + green tea + coconut milk + white chocolate (via

A reader once suggested that the journey to motherhood is akin to walking a labyrinth: a challenging 9-month route to the center, over the course of which that sweet babe grows in your belly, and an equally (if not more) challenging 9 month navigation back to the edge, or maybe more aptly the surface, where you can once again gulp the sweet air of independence and re-assimilate into the society you slowly retreated from, now a full 18 months later. But the thing is, at 18 months (or rather, 9 months out), I still wasn’t quite there. The air still seemed a little thin. Most mornings were clouded yet by a film of anxiety over what the day might bring. That distinct meness I craved with such fervor was still only just out of reach, tickling my fingertips — ghostly wisps of my former self waiting to be reabsorbed back into my modified being. And I let it linger there, in the ether, taking immense comfort in its proximity and romanticising the day when we’d be one again. Lana turned 14 months yesterday, and I can tell you: I think I’m finally there. Whole and happy and me. And not just me as in the new me, the mom me that … Read More

Pigtales 03: Feeding the Babe (Plus Vegan Coconut Waffles and Overnight Chia Pudding)

Overnight Vegan Vanilla Chia Pudding (for mama + babe!) from @thepigandquill (via #dairyfree #eggfree #babyledweaning #blw #babyfood

Pigtales is a glimpse at the going-ons that take place (mostly) outside of the P&Q kitchen. Baby stuffs, things I love, general musings and other tales from my life as a momma, wife and semi-professional goofball. Disclaimer: You know I’m awful at keeping things short. When we were first transitioning Lana to solids, I remember feeling wholly and completely overwhelmed. Moreso than I anticipated, to be sure. Moreso, maybe even, than I felt when we were first finding our way with nursing, which was not without its own struggles. But with nursing, I kept coming back to the idea that I was designed for this. That my body grew Lana’s body and, as its maker, would find a way, would make a way, to give that bod everything it needed, when it needed it. And that Lana would respond in kind with telling cues — coos, soft sighs, tiny grunts, whines and fitful cries — as if to say you’re doing it right, mom or you’re doing it wrong, mom. Or sometimes, and of this I’m sure, you’ve completely lost your shit, mom, and now I’m losing mine. But we made our way. With solids, however, there wasn’t a cryptic manual encoded via biology. There was … Read More

grilled artichoke and cherry tomato pasta with parm, parsley + garlic toast crumbs

Grilled Artichoke and Cherry Tomato Pasta with Parm, Parsley + Garlic Toast Crumbs from @thepigandquill | via | #summer #vegetarian #brunch

There are so many ways to start this post today, I almost don’t know where to start. It’s (un)officially summer! It’s officially mah berfday month! I’m eating dairy again! BRUNCH PASTA! I suppose if you needed to weave all of those items into a common tale, we could talk about how all I wanted for my birthday was to put milkstuff in my facehole again and this totally brunch-worthy pasta that sings of summer is making all those dreams come true. In fact, that’s basically it. I should probably end the post here. But you know meeeeeeeeee. So first off: did you all have the loveliest holiday weekend, or what? Tell me about it. (Really, I wanna know!) We did a whole lot of nothing, which was — which always is — glorious. Lotsa walks to the park, takeout from our new fave Mediterranean spot (I think I ate there three times in the past two weeks?), the perfect Hello Summer barbecue hosted by lovely friends that began with Lana skipping her morning nap for the first time ever and ended with rosé, cake and everyone eating their weight in fish tacos. Perfection. And as for the rest, well, it really can be rolled into … Read More

Pigtales 02: A Day In The Life

Pigtales is a glimpse at the going-ons that take place (mostly) outside of the P&Q kitchen. Baby stuffs, things I love, general musings and other tales from my life as a momma, wife and semi-professional goofball. I don’t know what it is exactly about Day In the Life posts that draw me in so, but there’s something about getting to take a little field trip through some of my favorite bloggers’ or celebs’ everyday worlds that leaves me downright giddy. Maybe it’s because there’s almost always a quasi-taboo anecdote that makes the person instantly more relatable (heavens to betsy, Cameron Diaz poops when she gets up, too!? soulmatessss!) or maybe it’s just the satisfaction of snooping, in general, but whatever’s at play,  I find it absolutely captivating. In the off chance that you feel the same way, here’s a little peek into what makes up a typical day in the P&Q house. Hope you enjoy! 7:30-8:00am – Chris and I awake to the sound of Lana bumping around and babbling in her crib. I take a peek at the Nest cam to find that she’s still sleepily rubbing her face into the mattress or sucking on the sleeves of her … Read More