Voila, your Christmas morning breakfast! (don’t even argue.) If you’re not already completely obsessed with stratas, this is your sign. You have been granted ultimate permission to make your entire life about them. Why? Hi, eggs, cheese, bread, ham, your entire upper torso. Let us peepeth? (the answer is yes.) For the bread I went […]
I’ve been waiting over 1,814,467 seconds to show you this recipe! Which is really around three weeks, but who’s counting? I call it, the LAZY LADY STRATA. Because: A) Nothing happens overnight. Zero waiting. Zero soaking. It all happens the morning of, and you’ll thank me on your gaping jaw in a minute. B) It’s […]
Frudil. I mean Fraler. I mean Frezkes. I mean Fromoo. I mean Friday. So last night I watched The Family Stone (I always call it Romancing the Family Stone because I’m that tool.) and while it’s SO SAD AND SO UNCOMFORTABLE AND SO WONDERFUL AND SO AWKWARD to watch, do you want to know what […]
STRATAAAAAA. (said like, STELLAAAAA. you know, from Seinfeld? never mind.) But seriously, you guys. STRATA. With apples! And cheddar! And Canadian Bacon! (not gonna say, “oh my” against the rage of my inner soul fairies.) Remember a long time ago a week ago when we went apple picking and Will pooped his pants and I […]
One month, 9 days, 8 hours and 27 minutes ago I witnessed the birth of my niece, Breckon Raney. What? I’m not obsessed at ALL with Miss Breckon. To watch her enter this world was one of the most marvelous and life-changing things I’ve ever seen. (and plan to see, whaaaa!) So this year, Mother’s […]
