Rosemary Olive Oil Cake with Meyer Lemon Glaze (GF)

Rosemary Olive Oil Cake with Meyer Lemon Glaze (Gluten-Free) (via thepigandquill.com) #baking #sweets #bundt

Hey lovers! I’m here! I’m practically bald! I’m making and eating cake! It’s Valentine’s Day! Truth be told, the last couple of weeks were rough. I, it seems, am the complete opposite of a chemo badass. Rather, I’m a chemo wimp. A chemo wuss. A chemo weenie. I wouldn’t wish that shit on my worst enemy. Trump administration included. IT’S THAT GNARLY.  Given all of that, Chris, it seems, is saint of all saints. I know I’ve sung his praises before, but there’s nothing like seeing your better half at their absolute.freaking.lowest and still being everything you’d be when they’re at their best. Yes, in sickness and health, I know. I also know that shit is 100% theoretical. This shit is real life. And Chris has been present and mindful and whatever the word is for when every fiber of your being is dragging you under and the very presence of your person keeps the surface in sight. If we celebrate nothing else this Valentine’s Day, it’s that I chose right. Ah yes, and cake. This cake is a (very subtle) adaptation of the Easy Olive Oil Cake in my friend Kelly’s new book Superfood Weeknight Meals, and it’s the ideal not-too-sweet sweet for … Read More

mini meyer lemon cannoli cream tartlets

mini meyer lemon cannoli cream tartlets with honey + chocolate chips | via thepigandquill.com

You guysssszsszzz! Mother’s Day is this weekend!! Somehow that means it’s FREAKING MAY ALREADY. Yikes. And new this year: I totally get to participate in MoDay stuffies as a momma. Yikes Part 2. Or maybe Yay Part 1? Because crudsmugglers, this whole parenting thing is spectacularly spectacular in the full-blown, John Leguizamo-as-The-Magical-Sittar kind of way. It’s at once beautiful and terrifying and easier and harder than I ever imagined and the last two weeks have passed in what I can only describe as a state of quasi-hypnosis. I’ve never been more fixated on another living thing. I’ve never been more fixated on my own boobs. I’ve never had more pride in or respect for the moms in my life. Speaking of moms, this Sunday, The Moms — who, blissfully, are buddies and actually elect to endure things like long car rides together — are making the trek to our place to spoil us with a feast of traditional family-style eats: chicken enchiladas and potato salad for Chris; Chinese sausage fried rice and BBQ pork ribs for me. Boobs for Lana. (Sorry, husband. Gone are the days.) If I can sneak into the kitchen between feedings (that is: stuffing both my own face and … Read More