New York’s fall foliage is in full bloom. So E and I took a little road trip up the Hudson this weekend.
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Oh my delight when I discovered I had not made Fluffernutters yet!
Somewhere, somewhere deep in the South, this is a delicacy.
I took that kid’s idea from Pinterest and made it my own. I also got a tummy ache.
Saw this on Pinterest, and want to replace the jam with our homemade apple cognac butter. Will be awesome for E and I’s snowboarding trip to Lake Placid this weekend!
The upcoming New Year got me thinking about goals for 2014:
Whenever my guy friends ask about the blog, they get so judgmental. “How many sandwiches are you on?” they ask. I’ll explain. “You better hurry up! You’ll never get engaged at that pace!”
Yawn. Brush teeth. Make coffee. Check e-mail. Think about breakfast. Check fridge. Crepes. Crepes could work.
The Sexy Project is working! Yesterday, E and I went to an event in Central Park, for which I wore a form fitting black dress with very low cut cleavage and sky high suede Miu Miu pumps. I was working a sexy 1920’s flapper look with my hair in an updo, and the dress’ below […]
E and I have totally different morning schedules. He works until 2 am and wakes up after 8, I’m up at 6:15 am for running/blogging/cooking/cleaning/teeth whitening/hellraising. Breakfast has been shortened to a two minute meeting over the stove.
Rating: I went to the most amazing wedding this weekend. THIS ONE!
I’m going to make E’s 100th sandwich this weekend. I asked him what he wanted, figuring he’d come up with something over the top gourmet, with a side of duck fat fried potatoes sprinkled with truffles, just for giggles. His, not mine.
Rating: Last spring, E and I used to have coffee every morning together outside on our patio. It was our quality time to talk about our day, plan upcoming trips and share news about our friends before we got ready for work and headed out to the train together.
I’m not the only doing all of the cooking around here. E made a delectable yet relatively healthy dinner for us last night–roasted leg of lamb, roasted vegetables provençal and lentils. But I took over dessert, and made the most ridiculously sweet and gooey sandwich possible.
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.
I really should not be allowed to eat sugar past 9 PM. When I do, I turn into a Gremlin (readers over 30 will remember what Gremlins are. Those under 30, Google it). In the 1984 movie “Gremlins,” these adorable pets named mogwais are in the care of humans. But along with no sunlight and […]