Oh my delight when I discovered I had not made Fluffernutters yet!
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This sandwich is a delicious getting-ready-for-Thanksgiving treat.
When you are running late for your out of town excursion and you will not be satisfied with a bag of Funyuns or a hot dog from the Gulf station on exit 73 again, you need to make a quick snack before you hit the road.
Today is National Peanut Butter and Jelly Day. Of course, I had to take that to an extreme.
I love E to pieces, because he makes me laugh when I want to destroy things.
I had a post a few weeks ago about why one should not order the plain white sandwich. Unless you’re E, and your girlfriend is making grilled cheese sandwiches with sauteed brussels sprouts and you despise the green veggies.
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 think I found out how to make peach cobbler in sandwich form.
During the Oregon Trail portion of our trip, activities will include summer snowboarding (!) at Mt. Hood, kitesurfing in the Columbia River Gorge and more wine tasting.
There’s nothing better than a nap in the middle of the day on the weekend. On a crisp, warm Saturday in New York, E and were holed up inside, dozing off on the couch. And not even together, cuddled up at the same time. We took naps in shifts.
Rating: Taking a page from the latest Bon Appetit, I wanted to put my nutritional needs aside and make E a smoked salmon smørrebrød for breakfast.
Rating: I went to the most amazing wedding this weekend. THIS ONE!
Rating: Clearly I’m obsessed with our panini press.
Rating: The flu. It ain’t pretty. Stuffy, runny nose. Body aches. Fever. Chills. I had it all, for what felt like forever. Finally, the symptoms eased tonight.
Rating: After a busy Fashion Week of shows, parties, cocktails and a vicious injury to my thumb after I slammed it in a car door (that’s what I get for taking an Orange Hummer to Lincoln Center), I had to sleep.
Rating: Last one, y’all. On Sunday I was feeling good enough that I finally raised my arms above my head with no pain, saw a few friends and ventured out of the house for dinner. Lupita was now a distant memory.
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.
Rating: I do love being home for the holidays. It’s the one time of the year it’s perfectly acceptable to wake up at noon, eat ice cream and pie for breakfast, watch football in your pajamas and spend way too much money (on other people that is. ‘Tis the season for giving, right?). I dove […]
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. […]
On one of the last Saturday afternoons of summer, E and I decided to stay in the apartment. You’d understand why if you saw the state of our apartment–clothes needed washing, floors needed mopping, and hair needed deep conditioning (that speaks more to the haphazard state of myself, but add hair to the list of […]