I’m going to pretend that I’ve always called Tuesdays “Tablespoon Tuesdays”. I’m also going to pretend that it was 100% my idea and not my husband’s when he just so effortlessly said last week, “You post your Tablespoon stuff on Tuesday, right? Why don’t you call it ‘Tablespoon Tuesdays’?” Because that would make sense, wouldn’t […]
Husbands. Whatever. I love how I can spend 417 hours a day in the barrels of food obsession, wrestling multiple brain aneurysms trying to dream up the pimpest recipe combinations, researching every last cobwebby corner of the webs and magazine pages until I’m blue in the face for a single speck of inspiration for the […]
PASTAAAA. Has it been a hundred billion 81 years since I’ve eaten pasta? I think it has. No wonder I got sick. And this pasta has ACTUAL REAL LIFE ARROWS on each plate. Like, totes cupid-style. Heeey-oh! Just don’t stab your lover and blame me for the “accident.” I already have too much on my […]
This time tomorrow morning, a couple of bloggy girlfriend bloggy bloggers and I will be well on our way to a city where country stars are born every 5 minutes. A city that we thought would be chilly, allowing us to sport our new sweaters and scarfs we purchased for the trip, but instead decided […]
From the ages of 9 to 19, I lived in New Mexico. I lived in a small desert town in the Southeastern corner called Hobbs. We used to say, “It’s not what’s in Hobbs, it’s WHO’s in Hobbs.” Boy was that the freaking truth. Because WHAT was in Hobbs was tumbleweeds, oil and HEAT. And […]
Remember last weekend when my high school BFF came through town? Well, on their way home from vacation they dropped in one more night, for good measure. With 2 kiddos in tow, I decided to make an old childhood favorite of mine, the chicken spaghetti. C.H.I.C.K.E.N. S.P.A.G.H.E.T.T.I. Shredded chicken, gooey Velveeta cheese, copious amounts of […]
You guys, it’s so hot here that when I went outside to check on the garden this morning, at least 15 ripe tomatoes had their sad little viney hands reaching up to me, begging through tears to be picked and taken indoors to a cooler, safer world. One plant even had a little boombox busting […]
