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Surely, you know Jenny. Picky Palate Jenny. I’ve known Jenny for a couple of years now, and we’ve met in person several times since then. She’s a hoot, a classy lady, a great mom (and about to have another boy!), and of course, quite the food blogger! Most people know her for her Chocolate Chip Read more
Until I had a child of my own, I really didn’t get it. Being a mom is HARD. Not that I don’t enjoy Seven, I do. He’s a hoot. But wow, no one ever told me how tiring it can be. How even after they aren’t babies anymore, you STILL don’t get a solid night’s sleep Read more
I love food and beverage holidays. You probably realized that, as I celebrate many of them here on the blog throughout the year. Blueberry Pie Day, National Cheesecake Day, Bloody Mary Day…and now, for the first year ever – National Moscato Day! Are you a wine drinker? Have you tried Moscato? Read more
Good morning! Ready for your weekly dose of Popovers? (No, it’s not Thursday, but I am featuring Strawberry Mish-Mash Popovers today anyway. Surprise!) A few weeks ago I was contacted by Plum Organics, to see if I would be up for the challenge of creating a family (and kid, especially) friendly recipe featuring one of Read more
For today’s post I was going to fill all of you in on the history of tea time. How tea made its way to England, to become the national beverage of choice. How late afternoon became the aristocratic time of day to eat a few cookies and sip a little Earl Grey. Read more
As I write this, it’s Tuesday night, and I SHOULD be packing for my trip to California. I’m heading out to Monterey to see where my Dole Salad comes from…and as you can imagine, I can’t wait!! As for packing, alas, I can not possibly leave you all without a Popover Recipe. Read more
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In case you didn’t know it, I used to live in a commune. Not like a hippy commune, with tents and guitars and hemp, but a nice 3 bedroom Cape Cod. There were 3 couples, 2 of which were married. Don’t judge. We actually rarely saw one another, and the rent was hard to beat. Read more