I’ve been dreaming of tea parties for years. I’m pretty sure I came out of the womb dreaming of tea parties. That, paired with a kind of unhealthy love of all things Alice in Wonderland related (I mean, bunnies, drugs, and tea parties? What’s not to love?), was a beautiful mess of a mad tea party waiting to happen.
Remember the days as a child when you got sick and then your mommy would spend hours to make you the yummiest heartiest chicken soup ever? Well, at some point in the last twelve years, those days ended for me and I started having to make my own. It sucks, right? I have to make my own soup and buy my own Nyquil and tuck myself into bed, all while being sick… but I digress. The only good thing about all of this is that instead of having to stand at the stove for hours making broth, my chicken noodle soup takes less than fifteen minutes from start to finish to make. Yippee!
As the weather gets colder, there’s nothing I want more than to curl up like a burrito by the fireplace with a steaming mug of fresh hot cocoa. I’m sure a lot of you agree with me.
I love hot cocoa. I can’t be trusted around it.
I guess I’m having more trouble letting go of summer than I thought, huh? I don’t how that’s possible when I absolutely love autumn, but I mean, come on… ice cream. Who can say no to ice cream any time of the year?
Autumn is one of my favorite seasons. The crisp air, changing leaves, and warm comfort that come with the end of summer are some of my all time favorite things. I can’t wait for the trees to turn orange and for the kitchen to start smelling like cinnamon and apples and pumpkins! Who else just absolutely loves fall?
You know how you procrastinate and put something off for days and then it turns into weeks and then suddenly it’s just too late to do it? This blog was about to turn into one of those projects. D:
Which made no sense, really, since I cook or bake something almost everyday so it’s not like I would run out of content anytime soon or anything. So today I decided to get off my lazy butt (or get on it, since the problem was that I hadn’t sat down with a computer for an extended period of time in a while) and write up a new blog post! (About a cake that I made about six months ago, but shhh.) Continue reading
This is where I tell you the poignant story of how my late grandmother used to make the most delicious strawberry tart and how I spent eighty-seven months after she passed away trying to find a recipe that came even close.