We have friends in town this weekend. And you know what friends in town means. Swiffering the hair off the bathroom floor. And also: brunch! Now that we’ve awkwardly linked hair and food and I’ve lost a good number of readers, let’s the rest of us delve a little more into the brunch thing. From my (clearly very chaotic) point of view, brunch is the king of mealtimes for a numbers of reasons. A) It’s a hybrid word. Maybe the first ever. In fact, yes, I’m pretty sure linguistic anthropologists would tell you that back in the day, like when … Read More
Salted Chocolate Creme Pie with Coconut Whip
I’ve been on a pie kick lately. Last week it was a smoothie that tasted like pie, today it’s a real-deal, legit dessert pie — and next week I’m even talking about quinoa pie. Well quinoa cake, but it’s kinda pie-y. Fuhrreal. It’s so cray I don’t know what to say. A few months ago, shortly after I decided it’d be worth my/your while to break out the good camera, I made a little dessert called Salted Mayan Chocolate Pots de Creme. And you guuuuyyyyyyyys, you ate them right up! Either that or my mom clicked the recipe about a bajillion … Read More
(Almost Vegan) Caramelized Onion White Bean Dip
I had such good intentions for how I was going to spend today. With Chris off traipsing around with one of his two-wheeled concubines, my Saturday was slated to begin with an early morning run (thanks again to that birthday gift we discussed), a jaunt to the market, several late-morning hours of intensive literary study via young adult romance, and an afternoon in the kitchen working on this week’s recipes for you guys. And then something deliciously derailing happened. I slept in. (If you didn’t gather, this is a rare weekend occurrence likened only to something as epic as the … Read More
Power Pie Smoothie (aka Jetpack in a Glass, kah-blammo!)
Earlier this summer I turned 30. I think we talked about it. In fact, I’m pretty sure I promised you at least a post or two recapping all the celebrating (read: championship face-stuffing) we did in New York. This. IsNotOneOfThosePosts. No, sadly for you, this post is a little whinier. Don’t act surprised. Or maybe do act surprised. (Whining, who me?) The bottom line is this: I am now the glorious age of 30, and for my thirtieth birthday — and with my own crazy-lady blessing — I have been gifted with… …a half-marathon. W-T-F you G-U-Ys. How did I … Read More
Greek Yogurt Breakfast Bowl (featuring anniversaries…and prison)
Chris and I celebrated our third anniversary this week. We dined at the lovely Dixie in the Presidio, enjoyed plenty of wine and defrosted the wedding cake we were supposed to eat two years ago. (It can only get luckier with age, right?) Before dinner, we strolled through the Marina, coffees in hand, tallying aloud all the tanned girls in yoga pants and brainstorming how we’d one day turn our little house into the home of our dreams. I was smitten. I am smitten. It was a perfect reminder that those two gloriously joyful people that committed themselves to figuring … Read More