Honey Hibiscus Tea Popsicles

Honey Hibiscus Tea Popsicles recipe (via thepigandquill.com) #icepop #summer #dessert #refinedsugarfree

Last week, Chris took the car-with-the-carseat to the shop for routine maintenance. Sans vehicle, Lana and I were determined to make the most of our new neighborhood, which is close to all that this little seaside town offers: coffee shops galore, our favorite lunch spot (the hen of the woods sandwich, my worddd), the library, playgrounds big and small, the bourgeois grocery store, the decidedly un-bourgeois grocery store — and my personal fave: THE BEACH. If you follow me on Instagram, you know how this day went. It was, let’s say, challenging. Remember when I published that lovely post last … Read More

Marmalade ‘N’ Cream Pops + Strawberry Cheesecake Pops

Marmalade 'N' Cream Pops + Strawberry Cheesecake Pops (recipe via thepigandquill.com) #popsicleweek #popsicles #icepops #summerdessert

I know. I’ve been hitting the snooze button on blogging pretty hard lately. But if there’s anything that can raise me from my chemo-induced slumber, it’s Billy’s annual #popsicleweek, which is like the ultimate summer pool party in popsicle form, minus the part where you slink into the water as slowly as possible because holy freezing tatas, plus a hundred or so inflatable swans. Or flamingos. Or whatever hip floatie is this year’s jam. (It’s a cactus, isn’t it? Fuck.) This year, I decided to honor Chris and my fave frozen treats from childhood with grown-up, lazy-girl versions that are … 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 thepigandquill.com)

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 … Read More