I feel it is my civic duty to tell you all to make these pumpkin biscuits immediately.
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In honor of our appearance on the Rachael Ray show today, I made her version of pumpkin whoopie pies
I had two epic fails last week.
Hump day. Halfway to the weekend, which is time for one of my favorite fall weekend activities: watching football.
Rating: Last weekend was sunny and windy, so E hightailed it out of the house to go kitesurfing. He deserved it, the poor thing had been working 12 hours days. He needed a break.
Rating: E asked me out for a wine date last night (how sweet!), since we hadn’t seen each other outside of the apartment all week. When we got home, he turned to the refrigerator. “Guess what I got?” he said.
I should mention that our sunset dinner a few days ago almost didn’t happen.
Last weekend was 75 degrees and sunny, and we may not see warm temps like that until next year. It was a great excuse to grill meat by the river.
Sunday afternoon. Me. Football. TV. Heaven. Sunday afternoon. E. Computer. Office. Heaven.
Not all of the sandwiches I make are winners.
On Sunday nights of my childhood, my mother often made pot roasts.
E and I differ on sports. He’s into hockey and the America’s Cup (nice win, Oracle!). I am a raging Chicago Bears fan.
I can’t do it all in the morning. But I try.
I will be fasting for the next three days. Between the fried chicken, a few glasses of wine last night and today’s banana bread sandwiches, My thighs are crying. E’s might be, too.
Last week, I have not been giving one particular being in this household enough attention. No, not E, but the the beef brisket I bought on Monday that has sat in the fridge.
Rating: After surgery to evict Lupita, I was supposed to take it easy. I can’t go to the gym, and I can’t lift anything over ten pounds until my chest heals. But I can’t sit on the couch forever. Plus, E and I had to eat.
A trip to Restoration Hardware proved yet again how different E and I are as shoppers. He buys high quality things he loves, price or fragility be damned. I always have my “Practical Sally” hat on, and look for things that will last long or provide the best value—like dark-colored pillows and sheets so they […]
This year, E and I were hosting Thanksgiving dinner at our house for the first time. It’s so, like, grown up and mature to be hosting the holidays with my man! But even more exciting—and adding a bit more pressure to create a spectacular meal—E’s mom is coming to town for the holiday. We’ve already […]
E and I were channeling our inner Olivia Newton John and Billy Blanks (remember him?! I used to do those Tae-Bo videos in my living room when my parents were at work) to get healthy after a decadent two-week vacation. Caipirinhas with every meal added tons of extra sugar and calories to our Brazilian diets. […]
One good thing that came out of kitesurfing was that E wanted to get in better shape. Running is what I do to stay sane and stay skinny. I love getting outside, listening to music and keeping pace to thumping beat of dance music while letting my thoughts wander. Each morning, I throw my running […]
Okay, I hadn’t planned on a whoopie pie follow-up so soon. But I was in a horrid mood after a tough day at work–think PMS times two with a sprinkle of “I hate everybody.” I came home expecting to have a quick dinner and then take yet another work meeting over drinks, but my mood […]
Oh. HELL. Yes. I have been waiting to make these since Labor Day. I’ve been drooling over pictures on the Web of pumpkin whoopie pies, with that spongy cake on the outside and soft creamy middle. Nom nom nom! And now, the perfect time to make them as a dessert to a perfect fall meal […]
I let E pick the sandwich tonight. Instead of following his stomach, he decided to pick a country that he felt most inspired by from Google maps and let that decide what we ate. “Morocco.” he declared.
When Manhattan friends venture to our Brooklyn apartment, we have to hear the usual complaints. “I got lost!” “Is it safe around there?” “Are there liquor stores around you?” “How am I going to get back to the city from there?” Dude, it’s not Bagdad. It’s Brooklyn!