Dog days. And I hate the words dog and days back to back. But it’s the gruesome reality we face. It’s the injustice ways of Mama Nay Nay with her lethal dragon breath upon our fragile skin. And I KNOOOOW turning on the oven is travesty. I get it! I do. But. It’s our only […]
BRIE + ARTICHOKE HEARTS = NECESSARY ALL CAPSNESS. I know how you like being screamed at first thing in the morning. Listen! This dip, you guys. This DIP. We have to talk about it. Well, I’ll talk about it to you. I can’t see straight. Let me slow down. I hosted a little play date […]
You do know that butter is the universal summer staple food, right? Don’t try and look it up because I think the internet is down right now. And books don’t work today. And your friends won’t know this week. Just trust me. These may be my three favorite compound butters of all time! Well, actually […]
I think we need a moment of silence, yes? Yes. I’m such a stupid lover of cheese dip, it’s stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. I made this last Saturday for the Arkansas/Alabama game (embaaaaaaarrassing) and – oh, did I host a party, you ask? Oh no. The cheese dip was for me. All two pounds of […]
I know. I’ve completely gone off the deep end. What can I say, I HAD A WEAK MOMENT. An incredibly delicious and colorfully cuckoo weak moment. Be honest, you want it. Lawk, bawd. Before your eyeballs attempt to jump out of their sockets because they simply cannot take it anymore, I’ll go ahead and give […]
Well that’s over. What am I supposed to do with my time now that March Madness is behind us!? Oh, right. Finish Downton Abbey. But I only have half an episode left and we’re watching it tonight and THEN WHAT? Oh, right. Look at Phillip Phillips. But that’s only twice a week and WAAAAH. Oh, […]
Yeaaah I’m pretty sure that punt wasn’t even in the huddle when the kicker handed off that line of scrimmage in the neutral zone. Pretty sure of it. And then when that one interception turned into a fumble around the field goal, when it was blocking the blitz bomb? Totally didn’t see that coming. My […]
So it’s 1986. I’m 10 years old, and my sister Barbara is 6. We’d just moved to the sweaty armpit of the UNIVERSE, Hobbs, New Mexico and were getting settled into our new lifestyle which involved tumbleweeds, fake red cowboy boots from the Walmart and a crimp iron. Not known to be shy, (WEIRD!) Bar […]
